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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 


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PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL^§EMINARY 

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Division 

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H     Y     M     N. S, 


AND 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


By     HENRY     ALLlNE, 

Late  Miriifter  of  the  Gofpel,  at  Falmouthy  in   Nsva-Stotis\ 


.    STONINGTON-PORT,  (Con.) 

PRINTED       BV      S.       TRUMBULt, 

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PREFACE. 

HOWEVER  chained  down  many  may  be  by  fuperfti- 
tion  and  tradition,  yet  I  doubt  not  but  there  are 
many  fuch  candidates  for  Divine  lrght  asftand  with  op- 
en arms  for  kelp  from  every  quarter,  that  may  further 
thera  on  their  heavenly  pilgrimage  ;  to  whom  I  commit 
this  fmall  piece,  with  earnetl  defires  that  (in  the  hand  of 
GOD)  it  may  be  to  their  unfpeakable  benefit. 

With  regard  to  the  practice  of  Pfalmody,  much  argued 
for,  and  againit,  in  the  world,  I  would  obferve  : 

It  is  true,  finging  can  be  of  no  benefit  without  the 
heart ;  yet  it  is  evident  that  the  heart  may  be  alarmed, 
and  ftirred  up  to  action,  by  loral  objects  or  vocal  founds  ; 
and  therefore  it  is  that  the  voice  may  be  inftrumentnlly 
beneficial  in  finging,  praying,  and  preaching :  for  it  mud: 
not  be  underftood  that  any  of  thofe  means  are  defigned, 
•  r  mould  be  made  ufe  of  to  effect,  ftir  up,  alter  or  benefit: 
God,  bat  the  creature,  viz.  awaken,  ftir  up,  and  engage 
that  fpirit  or  kingdom  of  God  in  the  creature,  until  ths 
kingdom  is  got  full  pofleflion  of  the  creature  ;  and  havinjjj 
both  feen  and  experienced  the  unfpeskable  blefEngs  ibac 
have  attended,  I  highly  recommend  the  practice  ofiing- 
ing,  not  only  ti  public  afFemblies,  but  to  families  and  in- 
dividuals :  and  although  pcrfons  may  fmg  fach  lubje^s 
as  they  have  not  expeiienced  without  mockery,  by  ac- 
knowledging their  ignorance  of,  and  groaning  after  the 
things  they  exprefs  :  yet,  as  I  think  it  far  more  likely  to 
ftir  up  and  engage  the  heart  (efpedally  fouls  enlightened 
and  groaning  for  liberty)  when  they  exprefs  the  (late, 
groans,  and  defires  of  their  own  fouls  ;  and  therefore  it 
is  that  I  have  endeavoured  to  be  fo  various  in  my  fubject? 
to  be  adapted  to  almoft  every  capacity,  ftation  of  lire,  or 
frame  of  mind. 

And  as  for  the  vain  excufe  (too  often  made)  for  the 
neglect  of  finging,  u  I  have  neither  art  nor  voice"  let  roe 
reply,  that  in  the  compafs  of  my  own  travels,  in  inzny 
focieiies  and  families,  where  luch  excufes  have  fo  for 
prevailed,  thst  I  have  been  obliged  often  almoft  (and 
fometimes  wholly)  to  fing  alone  :  I  have  known  them 
after  they  were  pcrfaaded  to  begin,  to  make  fuch   profi- 


qVcncy  as  to  become  Far  greater  matters  of  finging    than 
nnfelf,  and  that  with  little  help,  but  practice. 

Let  me,  therefore,  now  intrcat  heads  of  families  to 
concert  every  method  to  introduce  the  happy  experience 
Into  tkeir  families,  by  tinging  a  few  verfes  before  or  af- 
ter prayer,  or  at  any  convenient  opportunity  :  nor  can 
you  tell  how  glorious  fije  effects  may  be  in  divorcing  the 
mind 3  of  your  ofFsnrirfg  from  earthly  charms  and  carnal 
mirth,  attaching  their  minds  to  Divine  truths,  and  lead- 
ing them  to  eternal  f'elkuy  — And  O  !  let  roe  intreat  thofe 
who  are  in  the  bioom  of  life,  many  of  whom  can,  with- 
out- much  excufe,  tind  both  art  and  voice  for  the  finging 
bf  carnal  longs,  to  exclude  every  txcufe  ;  and  now,  while 
i-.<  the  prime  of  your  days,  to  give  up  your  fouls  to  the 
Lord  jeius  Chriil:,  and  dedicate  both  heart  &  v»/ice  to  his 
jjfervice  ;  which  will  all  add  nothing  to  him,  but  prove 
your  own  prefenit  and  evtJrTafting  joy.  Yea,  let  me  call 
Mi  oicl  &>0u%  4ch  &  poor,  Sond&  free,  to  give",  their 
attention  while  3  iafprui  them  that  Jehovah  has  (looped, 
fulFcrcd,  and  died,  is  labouring  flill,  following  you  night 
and  day  with  the  wide-leaved  gates  of  immortal  glory 
ei upa^dfid,  all  courting  you  from  the  regions  of  eternal 
b  ckoefs  and  defpair  ts  the  bright  realms  of  everlaftbg 
day,  and  the  eCence  of  uncreated  good,that  you  may  for- 
ever foiace  in  unfpeakable  felicity.  And  are  the  con- 
cerns of  alhadqw  fo  important,  your  chains  of  ilavery  fo 
fwect,  and  rnifiry  fo  dear  to  ycu  that  you  cannot  leave 
them  tor  the  themes,  oi :  heaven  and  jays  of  immortol  glo- 

.  ry  ? 

G  think  of  your  {hmling,  and  liften  a  moment  to  the 
heavenly  charmer,  till  3  cu  are  iixed  with  his  immortal 
love,  which  will  conftrain  you  to  break  out  in  fliouts  of 
praife  and  fay  with  me,  in  the  language  of  the  Prophcr, 
Praise  the  Lord  ve  kings  of   the  earth  and 

ALL  PEOPLE  ;  PRINCES  AND  ALL  JUDGES  OF  THE 
EARTH  :  BOTH  YOUNG  MEN  AND  MAIDENS,  OL» 
MEN  AND  CHILDREN  j  PRAISE  YE  THE  LORD. 

AM£  N. 


HYMNS  and  SPIRITUAL  SONGj. 


BOOK    I. 

Ch/ejfy  confifltng  of  inans  fallen  ft  ate  ;   together  with    rr 
proofs  to  the  ungodly  ,££  the  language  of  awakened  finnsrs. 

HYMN     I On  man*  <  fail. 

1.  XTT7HEN  Adam  flood  in  light 

™ *     Ft  trial,  I  was  ihcrc  ; 
Between  e  eraal  day  and  night, 
And  did  my  will  declare. 

2.  For  when  the  choice  was  ei&3q? 
I  gave  my  lull  confent ; 

In  queft  of  other  lovers  ftray'd. 
And  from  my  father  went, 

3.  Then  down  with  him  I  fell. 
And  have  no  caufe  to  fay 

Imputed  guilt  Jinks  me  to  hell, 
i  threw  my  fell  away. 

4.  The  countlefs  race  fifil  flood 
In  Adam  all  as. one, 

Nor  could  a  part  for  fake  their  GO0 

While  others  flood  alone. 
£.  In  God  they  one/nuft  be 

Until  they  all  rebel  ; 
And  if  they  fin  'tis  acled  free  ; 

They  fink  ihemfelves  to  hell, 
6.  Ceafe  then,  O  wre'ehed  man, 

To  charge  ;hy  woe    on  God  : 
Thy  hell  is  made  with  thy  own  fin  \ 

Thy  hands  have  fpilt  :hy  blwod. 

HYMN     II. The  awakened  finncr. 

1.  T    ONG  have  I  trod  the  way  to  hell, 

A  ->  And  vainly  drcam'd  that  all  was  well  £ 
But  now  I  reel  my  tins  a  load, 
And  I  a  fit  anger  to  my  God, 

2.  I  groan  and  'urnat  ev'ry    breath, 
Aid  kin  would  fly  from  fin  and  death  ^ 
But  ah  !   hefe  bars  of  unbelief 

Cham  down  my  foul  from  all  relief, 
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%  H    T   M    N    &. 

3.  Far  from  my  help  my  friends  do  flantf, 
While  foesconfpire  on  every  hand  : 
Where  (hall  I  hide,  where  (hall  I  flee 
For  hclppO  Jeftis,  but  to  thee  ? 

4.  To  thee  I'd  come,  help,  I  pray, 

And  take  this  unbelief  away  ;  » 

Thou  mighty  God  ;  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
Give  my  imprifon'd  foul  releafe. 

HYMN     III. The  fame. 

x.nrREMBLING,  O  God,  I  would  addrefa 

*■       Thy  free,  thy  mercy  feat  j. 
Laden  with  darknefs  and  difirefs, 

I  fall  at  Jefus'  feet, 
a.  O  help  me,  help  me  to  believe 

In  the  Redeemer's  love  ; 
My  foul  from  chains  of  death  relieve,. 

And  csske  my  guilt  remove. 

3.  Lord,  let  thy  goodnefs  fhine  on  me, 
And  bring  me  home  to  reft  ; 

O  let  me  with  thy  children  be 
In  heav'n  forever  bleft. 

4.  Thou  didft  delight  with  \W  fons  ofmw 
Before  the  world  was  made  ; 

Corns  for  my  help,.0  Jefus,  then, 
With  love  sod  pow*r  array 'd* 

5.  Thy  love,  O  God,  is  boundlefs  flilF*. 
And  all  rhy  bleflings  free  ;i 

May  I  believe  it  is  thy  will 

To  give  thy- grace  to  me. 
'"-    O  might  the  happy  moment  $fa$& 

When"!  the  Chrift  mail  know,. 
And  I  a  wand'ring  loui  brought  home 

From  everlaiHrig  Woe  ! 

H  Y  M  N    IV- « The  finner  acknowledging  his  danger,, 

,    and  ike  ihrifiian'' s  fafty, 
I.  A  H  I  think  wiy  foul,  how  bteft  are  rliey 

-**■  WhofeguiU  and  itarsare  do«2  away  ; 
Their  fouls  enjoy  immortal  love. 
W  bile  1  a  wretch  in  darknefs  rove. 


'HTM    N    S. 

1.  Cbriff  fpreads  his  mantle  o'er  their  head, 
And  feeds  them  with  immortal  bread  j. 
While  I,  poor  finner,  liarving  go, 
Expos'd  to  eve>lafting  woe. 

3.  His  fpirtt  doih  around  ihem  fhine, 
And  leads  their  fouls  to  iheams  divine  't 
While  I  in  min*n;ght  daiknefs  dwell, 
And  glide  thefrpo'ry  lleep  to  hell. 

4.  Their  fouls  are  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare, 
Guarded  by  the  Redeemer's  care  *t 
While  I,  poor  foul,  at  ev'ry  breath* 
Siand  all  expos'd  to  endlefs  death. 

HYMN  V. Tiff  danger  and  vanity  tfthe  Vu: 

1.  TTAlN  world,  vain  world,  1  bid  adieu 

*       To  your  deceitful  joys  ! 
I  will  not  fell  my  foul  for  you,     * 
Nor  longer  hug  your  toys. 

2.  Too  long  I  hugg'd  you  in  my  arm?, 
And  coured  ev'ry  fnarc  ; 

But  now  I  fee  your  fla't'ring  charms 
Will  end  in  longdefpair. 

3.  You  Hat  er  wi:h  a  vain  applaufe,    , 
And  promsfc  future  joy, 

When  all  your  Ireafures  are  but  drofr3 
Yot/r  blifsan  empty  toy, 

4.  Ten  ihoufand  fouls  by  you  are  flain. 
And  funk  in  endlefs  night  ; 

But  ah !.  ico  la  e  hey  rue  in  vain,. 

Andcuiie  your  falfe  delight.  • 

5.  Carelefs  I  trod  your  charming  mzze. 
And  1  ho  ugh  t  that  ail  was  we'll  ; 

But  now  I  fee  tiiofe  carnal  ways 
Lead  10  the  ga;es  of  hell. 

6.  Bleft  be  the  Lord  that  taught  my  foul ' 
flow-near  ihi  gufph  i  itood  ! 

Ai-d  now  while  mortal  moments  roll 
•Til  fetkfubltantial  good. 


8  H   T   M    N    & 

HYMN     VI. The  fame. 

1.  /^  WRETCHED  foul,  where  have  I  been  ? 
V^/     How  have  I  fpent  my  breath  \ 

In  vain  amufmg  paths  of  fin, 
That  lead  to  endlefs  dea'h. 

2.  Unbounded  goodnefs  I'veabus'd, 
And  chofe  the  downward  road  ; 

The  Saviour  call'd,  but  I  refus'd, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

3.  Long  have  my  days  been  lengthened  out 
By  an  indulgent  Heav'n, 

And  dare  I  now,  without  a  tloubr, 

Expe£t  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 
3.   Yea,  Lord,  1  hear  thy  grace  is  free. 

Thy  goodnefs  ne'er  withheld  ; 
And  love  and  pardon  wait  tor  me, 

Though  I've  fo  long  rebel  I'd* 

HYMN     VII. For  Children* 

I.  T   ORD,  I  am  yoong,  but  foon  may  go 

*-**     Down  to  the  filem  tomb, 
When  endlefs  joy,  or  endlefs  woe 

Muft  be  my  lading  home. 
3.  O  change  my  heart  while  I  am  young, 

Jefus,  thou  Prince  ot  Peace  ; 
Let  grace  employ  <ny  heart  and  tongue 

'Till  moral  life  (hall  ceafe. 

3.  O  let  thy  word  my  counfel  be. 
Thy  love  my  only  joy  ; 

Place  my  affc£tion&  all  on  thee 
From  earth,  and  ev'ry  toy  : 

4.  And  let  the  b!t(t  immoral  dove 
Infpite  my  foul  to  tell 

What  glory,  wifdom,  and  what  love.. 
Doth  in  my  Jefus  dwell. 

5.  And  when  i  quit  this  mortal  ihore3 
I  (hall  with  J* .(us  reft  ; 

Where  I  (hall  never  fonow  more, 
But  live  forever  ble& 


H    T  M   N   s. 

HYMN     VIII. Againfl   carnal  mirth, 

1.  TlOW  vain  the  vvfeich  that  dares  employ 
*•*     His  mind  in  queft  ot  fenfual  joy, 

And  for  an  hour  ot  carnal  mirth 
Chain  down  his  foul  to  endlefs  death  ! 

2.  Why  will  you  wafte  your  days  in  vain, 
Expos'd  roeverlafting  pain? 

Your  hours  are  (hort,  your  moments  fly, 
O  mink,  vain  man,  you're  born  to  die. 

3.  When  death  arrets,  how  will  you  bear 
Toclofe  your  eyes  in  black  defpair  ? 
How  will  you  bear  eternal  pain 

Where  horrors,  wees,  and  darknefs  reign  ? 

4.  Ah  !  could  you  now  one  moment  know 
The  horrors  01  thai  gu'ph  below, 

You  would  not  hug  your  fenfual  joy?, 
Nor  fell  your  feels  for  empty  toys. 

H  Y  M  N     IX. — —A [inner  atoxkentd* 

1.  T   ORD,  what  a  wretched  fool  am  I  ! 
"     In  midnight  (hades  I  dwell  ; 

Laden  withgu.l*,  and  born  to  die, 
And  ru filing  down  to  hell. 

2.  Hell  yawns  for  my  uahappy  foul, 
And  threaiens  ev'ry  breath  ; 

While  fwifi  as  floe  in^z  momeirs  roll, 
I'm  hurried  down  to  death. 

3.  No  hand  but  tliinei  O  God  oi  love, 
My  wretched  foul  can  favc  ; 

O  come,  dear  Jefus,  and  remove 
This  load  ol  guilt  I  have. 

4.  My  wounded  foul  can  never  reft 
A  ftrangcr,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 

O  grant  me,  grattj  ore  my  requeff, 
A;.d  fci  tbe*  0rivt,er  free, 

5.  Thy  blodo*'  can  wafli  my  guilt  away  ; 
.Thy  love  my  heart  can  cheer  : 

O  tur'p.  rry  mrdhtgh:  into  day, 
Ar&'bsi&ilft  all  my  for. 


io  H    r   M   N    S. 

HYMN    .X A reproof  of 'the  worldling. 

1.  T_TEAR,  O  yeftarving  worldlings  hear, 
•"■  Thy  days  are  fhort,  thy  doom  is  nrar ; 

Soon  muft  you  quit  this  mortal  more, 
And  all  your  gods  will  be  no  more. 

2.  Although  you  dream  that  all  is  well, 
You're  gliding  down  the  fteep  to  hell ; 
And  while  you're  mufing  in  the  dream 
The  devil  triumphs  in  his  fcheme. 

3.  You  labour  hard  on  earth  to  find 
borne  fenfual  joys  to  charm  the  mind  ; 
Bat  know  that  all  the  joys  you  have 
Will  haunt  your  fouls  beyond  the  grave. 

4.  O  leave  the  treach'rous  paths  youv'e  trod, 
And  turn,  ye  ftarving  fouls,  to  God  : 

The  bread  of  life  is  at  your  door, 

O  tafte,  and  ftarve  your  fouls  no  more. 

HYMN     XI. The  fame. 

1.  DOW  many  haplefs  men  will  fell 
*"*  Their  poor  immortal  fouls  to  hell, 

And  for  a  few  deceitlul  toys 
Forever  loofe  eternal  joys  ! 

2.  This  tempting  world  is  but  a  cheat ; 
With  poifon  mix'd  in  ev'.y  tweet  ; 
And  all  its  pleafmg  themes  and  love 
Will  but  at  !a(t  a  dagger  prove. 

3.  Ye  ftarving  fou's  that  canh  purfup, 
Return  and  bid  thofe  charms  adieu  ; 
The  trA  ot  a|l  your  joys  are  nigh  j 
O  fly  in  time,  to  Jefus  fly. 

4.  He  waits  and  yet  would  make  you  blefl  j 
Would  give  your  fouls  eternal  reft  ; 

Ke  yet  would  bring  you  home  to  God, 
And  feed  you  with  immortal  food. 

HYMN     XII. Ah  old  [inner  awtkened, 

I.  f~\  What  a  wretched  finner,  Lord  ! 

^^   I  new  begin  to  fee 
The  danger  of  the  ways  I  trod, 

But  know  aoi  where  to  flee. 


H   r   M   N   P.  I* 

a.  Long  have  I  tmn\l  my  back  on  thee, 

And  flighted  all  thy  grace  ; 
Yet  pity,  Lord,G  pity  me, 

And  let  me  fee  thy  face. 
3.  O  mould  I  now  expire  my  breath,     v 

I  mufl  go  down  to  dwell 
In  chains  of  everlafting  death, 

Among  the  fiends  in  hell. 
4..  Lord  change  my  heart,  or  I  am  gone  ; 

Ogive  me  life  divine! 
Though  I  am  *ld,  may  I  be  born 

A  heav'nly  child  of  thine. 

HYMN     XII J. On  death. 

I.TP\FATH  reign'd  wiih  vigour  fince  the  Fall, 

■*-^    And  rides  with  fury  (till ; 
Nor  rich  nor  poor,  nor  great  nor  fmall, 

Can  e'er  relift  his  will. 

2.  He  ravages  both  night  and  day, 
Through  all  our  mortal  (rage  j 

And  ev'ry  creature  falls  a  prey 
To  his  refiftlefs  rags. 

3.  Nations  and  empires  he  has  (lain, 
And  laid  whole  cities  wade, 

And  doth  his  cruel  fiege  maintain 
To  fweep  the  world  in  hafte. 

4.  Ride  forth,  O  mighty  Prince  of  Peace* 
And  take  away  his  fting, 

Then  (hall  his  cruel  kingdom  ceafe, 
And  faints  his  triumph  fing. 

HYMN  XIV.— Souls  one  by  thefpirit  of  Chrift  Jhould  nev- 
er be  parted  by  their  different  principles \ 
I.  TTHE  world  Irom  chriftians  are  apart; 

*      But  (hall  it  e'er  be  faid, 
'Mong  thofe  whom  God  hath  join'd  ift  heart 

Are  feparations  made  ?  . 

1.  They're  all  of  one  eternal  band, 

And  with  one  Father  bleft ; 
All  led  by  the  Redeemer's  hand, 

To  ihe  fame  joy  and#ce{t, 


x%  H    T   M   N    s. 

3.  Why  then  fhould  circumstantials  mar 
That  union  fo  divine  ? 

Or  non-eflentials  ever  bar 

Thofe  which  they  cannot  join  ? 

4.  No  forms  or  tenets  can  unite, 
Or  bring  the  fouls  to  hcav'n  ; 

Then  for  them  let  not  chriftians  fighr, 
Where  God  is  all  forgiv'n, 

5.  O  God,  fubdue  thofe  cruel  jars   . 
Wi/h  thy  cementing  grace  ; 

Nor  let  the  devil  hold  up  bars 
Among  the  heav'n-bom  race.' 

6.  O  give  us  that  transforming  fhms 
Of  the  immortal  Dove, 

That  thofe  that  bear  thy  lovely  Name. 
May  all  contend  for  love. 

HYMN  XV.— An  aged  /inner  awakened. 

1.  O  WHAT  a  wretched  ftaie  I'm  in  ! 
^^     In  midnight  darknefs  and  in  fin  : 

In  [chains  of  death,  the  devil's  Have, 
Jult  ftepping  in  the  gaping  grave. 

2.  O  God,  look  down,  look  down  on  me, 
Forgive  my  fins,  and  fet  me  free  ; 

Or  foon  I'm  fix'd,  O  wretched  doom  I 
Where  help  nor  hope  can  never  come. 

3.  I  may  perhaps,  for  who  can  tell  ? 
1  may  efcape  the  jaws  of  hell  ; 
Lord  here  I  fall  before  thy  face, 
Make  me  a  miracle  of  grace. 

HYMN  XV L— Again]}  profane f searing  t 

1.  TX7HY  wretched  mortals  will  you  dare 

V*       Omnipotence,  and  curfe  and  fwear? 
Why  will  you  wafte  your  precious  breath 
To  purchafe  everlafting  death  ? 

2.  Ah  !  could  you  fee  that  awful  pit 
That  yawns  for  your  unguarded  feet, 
You'd  (hrink  at  thoughts  of  landing  there, 
Where  you  with  devils  foon  muft  (hare. 

3.  Be  wife  in  time,  the  gofpel  hear, 


HYMNS,  ft 

That  yet  proclaims  the  joyful  year  ; 
There's  yet  a  hope,  an!  who  can  tell 
But  you  m*v  ver  efcape  from  hell  ? 

HYMN  XVII.— The  fmv.ers  complaint  in  a  dying  hour. 
I.    f^\    IS  I fie  kin£  ot  (errors  come, 

*J     AndmuftKmuft  I  go  ? 
O  wretched  (fate  !  to  fix  my  doom 
In  everlafting  wo- 

1.  How  can  I  leave  this  mortal  ftage, 
And  take  my  wre  ched  Sight, 

With  all  my  fins,  my  hell,  and  rage, 
To  everlafting  night  ! 

3.  Ten  thoufand  Worlds  I  now  would  give 
For  a  few  moments  more  : 

My  fruitlcfs  wiihes  are  to  live  ; 
My  dav  ot  grace  is  o'er. 

4.  No  way,  no  way  to  ihun  the  ftroke, 
The  dreadful  hour  is  come  ; 

My  days  are  gone,  my  thread  is  broke, 

And  fatal  is  my  doom. 
3.  Curft  be  th*  alluring  charms  of  fenfe  ! 

I've  loft  my  foul  for  you  ; 
And  now  mult  go,  I'm  hurri'd  hence 

To  bid  vour  ?©vs  adieu. 

HYMN     Xnif Y/  *  funeral 

T^ROM  dull  we  vvrcched  mo;  als  came, 
•"■       And  groan  at  ev'ry  b<eaih; 
Dying  until  this  mortal  frame 

Is  all  dififotv'd  in  death. 

2.  When  man  rebcll'd  againft  his  God, 
He  fold  himfelf  a  (lave, 

And  groans  beneath  a  heavy  load, 
Then  drops  into  the  ^rave. 

3.  Thus  in  an  inftam  man  is  hurl'd8 
Through  a  few  hours  of  pain  ; 

Then  drops  into  an  unknowii  world. 
And  ne'er  returns  again. 

4.  Condole,  O  God,  this  dying  race* 

B 


U  H   T  M   N   S: 

Since  thofi  their  end  do  h  know  ; 
ft/jake  bare  ihy  mghiy  arm  01  grace. 

And  fave  from  er.dleis  wo. 
5.  O  may  we  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

When  this  poor  life  (hall  ceafe, 
With  thee  may  we  forever  live 

In  !he  fweet  realms  of  peace  ! 

HYMN  XlX.—dfmner  convinced  of  Ms  death  if  Hindnefs. 

1.  OARD  heart  of  mine  !  Othat  the  Lord 
*■  **     Wouid  this  hard  heart  fubdue  ! 

Q  come  thou  bleft  life-giving  word, 
And  form  my  foul  anew. 

2.  I  hear  the  heav'nly  pilgrims  tell 
Their  fins  are  ail  torgiv'n, 

And  while  on  earth  their  bodies  dwell, 
Their  fouls  enjoy  a  heav'n. 

3.  While  I,  poor  wretch,  in  darknefs  (land, 
Wnh  guilt  a  heavy  Iced  ^ 

And  ev'ry  breath  expos 'd  to  land  , 

Beyond  she  grace  ol  God. 
4..   The  chriftians  fing  redeeming  love. 

And  talk  ot  joys  divine  ; 
And  foon,  they  fay,  in  reams  above 

In  glory  they  (hall  mine. 

5.  But  ah  !  it's  al\  an  unknown  tongue, 
I  never  knew  that  love; 

I  cannot  fing  that  heav'nly  fong. 
Nor  tell  ot  joys  above. 

6.  I  want,  OGod,  I  know  not  what  1 
I  want  what  (anus  enjoy  ; 

O  let  their  portion  be  my  lot, 
Their  work  be  my  employ, 

7.  Fain  would  I  know  that  Saviour  mine, 
And  tafte  his  b'eeding  love, 

With  all  the  heav'nly  pilgrims  join, 
While  I  <ht$  defert  rove. 

8.  Then  O  to  ihofe  tranfporting  realms, 
My  foul  wauld  foai  away, 


h  r  M  N  s. 

Where  all  the  warriors  wear  their  palms 
In  everlaftmg  day. 

HYMN     XX. For  children. 

I.  \TjrHILE  in  life's  bloom,  O  God  ot  grace, 
V?       Convert  m\  foul  10  ihjee  } 

0  let  me  tun  thechnttian  race, 
And  thou  my  leader  be. 

1.  O  Jtfu5,  fpeak  that  heaiing  word, 

M  1  hy  (ids  are  ail  forgiv'n  ;n 
Be  thou  my  father  and  my  Goi>, 

Mv  portion  and  r.iy  heav'n. 

3.  Fain  would  I  know  and  love  thy  name, 
And  fpend  my  liie  andbreaih, 

To  fpread  thy  love,  and  found  thy  fame. 
Until  the  hour  of  death. 

4.  And  when  grim  death  {hail  (hike  the  blow,, 
And  bid  my  fpirit  flee, 

1  (hall  without  re!  u  (Stance  go 
To  reign,  O  God,  with  thee. 

HYMN   XXL The  awakened  firmer. 

I.  C\  AM  1  bom  to  die, 

^^     With  an  immoral  foul  I 
Ah  I  hurri'd  to  eternity, 

A&  fwift  as  time  can  roll. 
%  1  juft  begin  to  fee  ; 

Ah  !  Lord,  what  (hall  I  do  ? 
How  (hail  a  wretched  finner  ffes 

From  everlalting  wo  ? 

3.  I  dare  no  longer  flay 

So  nigh  the  jaws  ot  hell ; 

Yet  how  to  go,  or  find  the  way 

To  Chrift,  1  cannot  tell. 

4.  They  fay  that  he  is  kind, 
And  pities  dying  men  ; 

But  how  (hall  I  this  Jefus  find  ? 
O  tell  me  where,  or  when. 

5.  They  fay  he  don't  deny 
The  trembling  fouls  reqtiefr, 

And  thofe  who  00  his  woid  rely 


£6  H   r   Mi   N   S. 

Have  found  immediate  reft. 
6.  O  Lord,  though  I  am  vile, 

Receive  me  as  I  am  ; 
Lei  heav'ns  immortal  goodnefs  fmile, 

On  me  thro'  Chrift  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  XXII. Againft  lujls,  and  carnal  mirth. 

X.   C  AY  men  of  pleafure,  men  of  luft, 
"     Who  waile  your  hours  in  vain, 
Why  will  you  live,  and  die  accurft, 

Such  beaMy  joys  to  gain  ? 
%,  You  call  your  pleafures  civil  joy, 

To  recreate  the  mind  ; 
But  foon  they  will  your  fouls  deflroy, 

As  you  too  la  e  will  find. 

3.  Small  is  the  thread,  and  fhort  the  ftep, 
Between  your  fouls  and  hell  ; 

And  she  next  l}rea;h  y<  u  may  be  fwept 
Where  end!efs  horrors  dwelt. 

4.  And  when  you  take  your  wjetched  flight, 
Ycur  earthly  joys  mull  ceafe  \ 

Your  fouls  in  evefltOing  night, 
Far  from  the  realms  of  peace. 

5.  Othat  you  knew  in  this  your  day, 
What  »o  your  peace  belongs ! 

You  would  not  throw  your  fouls  away 

For  a  tew  carnal  fnngs. 
HYMN   XXHL—The  finner  so?ivlnctdcfi  and grim* 
ing  under  a  had  of  fin, 

1.  T   ORD  God  ol  grace,  I  tee!,  1  fee 
*-'     My  foui  a  ftranger  now  to  thee  ! 

h  defert  world  I  waudei  round 

With  chains  of  guilt  and  darknefs  bound. 

2.  Ten  thoufand  foes  with  all  their  rage 
Againft  my  naked  foul  engage  ; 

And  O  I  unlfft  you  grace  employ, 
They  will,  O  God,  mv  foul  de(lroyt 
3    I  hear  thy  precious  bio  d  was  fpiU, 
For  to  remove  a  world  of  guilt ; 
Then  let  mj  foul  thy  gouduefs  plead, 


H    T   M    N   S.  17 

Tilfcl  from  chains  of  deam  am  freed, 

4.  Draw  nigh,  O  Wefled  God,  draw  nigh, 

And  fave  my  foul  before  I  die  ; 

A  wretched  (inner  at  thy  door, 

One  drop  of  mercy  doth  implore. 

5    O  Lord  I  caino'  eafy  be, 

Until  «hv  grace  hath  fei  me  tree  ; 

Come,  O  thou  mighty,  Jefu<,  come, 

And  call  the  trembling  rebel  home. 

H  Y  M  N  "  XXir. Tkefatr.e. 

1.  rT*0  God  the  great,  the  good,  'he  wife, 

*       1*11  go  with  3'.!  my  guilt  and  fhaiac  ; 
To  heav*n  1*11  lift  my  heart  and  eyes 

And  plead  the  blood  of  Chritt  the  Lamb. 

2.  OJefustakemy  guilt  away, 

And  wafh  me  in  thy  precious  Wood  ; 
G  ve  me  one  ghmpfe  oi  heav'nlv  ffay, 
That  I   may  know  the  lving  God, 

3.  A  happy  hour  I  ne'er  (hall  fee 
Until  I  view  thy  finding  face  ; 

O  let  me  find  my  help  in  thee  ; 

Lord  fave  me  bv  ih>  boundlefs  grace. 

4.  I  know  thou  would  not  me  deny, 
Nor  fpurn  me  from  thy  gracious  throne., 

If  I  could  on  thy  grace  rely, 

And  Cdft  my  foul  on  Chr.ft  alone. 

5.  But  Ol  thisharden'd  heart  ot  mine, 
Rejects  thy  boundlefs  fea  of  love ; 

My  Uubborn  will,  will  np-  rtngn, 

And  thus  in  daiknefslt.il  i  iove. 
HYMN  XXV —  Again fl  any  feparationj  alou!  mm  iffatfiafj 

of  religion  amor.g  converted/null* 
5.   I    ET  ev'ry  iv  ul  redeeoi'd  ti.  m  death 

*~*     Keep  near  to  thesr  Redeemers  arms. 
And  never  fpend  their  ume  at.d  bieaih 
In  wsrm  debates  tor  ou'ward  forms. 
2.  One  man  eMeems  one  day  ;o  Gqdp 
Another  ev'jy  day  alike ; 

M  * 


i8  H   T   M   N   8. 

Yet  he  that  wafti'd  them  in  his  blood  # 

Do?h  in  their  names  no  dift'rence  make* 

3.  One  man  eats  herbs,  another  meat  \ 
And  who  his  brother  dares  condemn* 

Since  ev'ry  chriftian  »s  complete, 
And  al!  as  one  in  Chrift  the  Lamb  i 

4.  The  Saviour's  caufe  is  never  fpiead 
By  a  Sectarian  name  or  zeal  ; 

No  modes  nor  forms  can  raife  the  dead, 
Nor  to  poor  fouls  a  Chrift  reveal. 

5.  Ceafe  then,  ye  happy  heirs  of  heav'n. 
From  a  Sectarian  zeal  or  war  ; 

Your  fins  are  all  by  Chrift  forgiv'n, 
And  it  is  love  fulfils  the  law. 

6.  O  think  how  foon  the  day  will  come, 
When  you  (hall  reach  the  realms  of  peace, 

And  find  the  fame  cernal  home, 

Where  difcords  (hall  forever  ceafe. 
HYMN  XXVI.—— The  complaint  of  an  awakened  /inner, 

1.  f\  Wha»  a  tfate  my  foul  is  in  ! 
*-*     Norcanle'erbebleft, 

Without  releafefrem  death  and  fin, 
Or  find  a  moment's  reft. 

2.  I  hear  that  Chrift  is  psffing  by, 
Poor  (timers  to  relieve  ; 

But  ah  !  i  muft  in  darknefs  lie, 
Until  I  do  believe. 

3.  My  ftup'd  mind  and  ftubborn  wif!3 
Chains  down  my  foul  to  death, 

And  here  I  groan  in  darknefs  ftilf, 
Without  onefpark  of  iaiih. 

4.  O  God.  for  my  poor  foul  appear, 
And  make  my  foes  fubmit  ; 

Unlock,  unlock  this  prifon  door, 
AikI  bring  tr.e  frt  m  the  pit. 

5.  Pulldown  the  pride  within  my  heart  °% 
From  bhndnefs  fet  me  free  ;  • 

May  1  with  ev'ry  idoi  pair, 
And  give  ni)felf  10  thee. 


H   T   M    N    &  *S 

6.  O  lei  me  feel  thy  love  divine. 

And  hear  ihy  healing  voice  ; 
Until  I  know  that  thou  art  mine, 

I  never  can  rejoice. 
HYMN  XXVU Definng  a  ptrthn   among  the  faints, 

1.  C\  Was  mv  lot  among  the  faints, 

^     And  I  might  all  their  glories  fliare. 
Soon  mould  I  lofe  thefe  fore  complaints, 
Nor  earth  nor  hell  would  make  me  fear* 

2.  God  is  their  porion  and  their  reft, 
And  they  are  fafe  ieneath  his  made  ; 

In  him  they  are  forever  bleft, 
Though  earth  and  hell  their  peace  invade. 

3.  Though  they  are  fcorn'd  while  here  below* 
By  thofe  that  do  their  Lord  defpife. 

Yet  foonthe  wicked  world  flrall  know 
They  have  a  friend  that  never  dies 

4.  Soon  will  thev  with  their  Jefus  reign 
In  love  on  heav'ns  immortal  more  ; 

While  in  ihe  gu'ph  of  endlefs  pain 
The  wicked  fi  »k  forever  more. 

5.  O  G^d,  give  me  my  portion  roo, 
Among  'he  followers  of  the  Lamb  ; 

Then  will  I  bid  my  tears  adieu, 
And  found  thine  everlasting  fame. 
HYMN  XXV UL An  aged  {inner  awakened* 

1.  f~^\  Wreched  foul"!  I  now  begin 
^^     To  feel  my  wotul  cafe  ; 

Ah  !  wretch  !  what  days  I've  fpent  in  fin, 
Reject  ng  God's  free  grace  ! 

2.  My  precious  days  are  almoft  gone 
In  the  broad  road  to  death. 

And  now  which  way  can  I  return 

In  my  declining  breath  ? 
'3.  So  long  with  Tinners  I  have  (rod, 

And  d'Hegaided  heav'n, 
How  can  I  1  kink  to  call  on  God  J 

Or  feek  to  be  forgiv'n  ? 
4.  Yet  it !  here  remain  I  die, 


99  H  T  M  N  s« 

And  furcTy  fink  to  hell  i 
Therefore  I  am  refolvM  io  try 
While  there's  a  who  can  tell, 

5.  They  fay  his  mercy  yc  is  free. 
To  all  that  will  remm  ; 

It  fwreiy  »hen  would  reach  to  me, 
It  unbelief  was  gone. 

6,  'Tis  now  with  me  the  lateft  hour. 
And  I  in  darknefs  dwell  ; 

0  Jefus  manifeft  thy  pow'r, 
i)r  foon  I  fink  to  hell. 

HYMN  XXIX. — An  awakened  [inner  refcheefto  (all  erf 
Chrift. 

1.  r\  What  a  burden'd  foul  I  bs, 
^     A  ftranger  to  my  God  ! 

Yet  fifice  I  hear  his  grace  is  free 
Oi  htm  I'll  caft  mv  load. 

2.  His  name  is  love  I  often  hear, 
*  And  gracious  is  his  throne  ; 

Who  knows  bui  he  may  yet  appea? 
Before  I  am  wn<ione  ? 

3.  He  is  all  goodnefs ;  or  m  hell 
I'd  funk,  ah  !  l>ng  ago; 

Bu-  O  !  i»  is  his  bleiTed  will 
To  fave  my  foul  from  wc  ! 

4.  Since  long  he's  kep  me  from  the  grave* 
And  ftill  holds  out  my  dajs, 

1  muft  believe  he's  tree  to  fave 

I  I  would  trufthis  gracec 

5.  Til  go  wi  h  all  my  load  of  guilt,, 
And  fall  be  ore  histhrone  ; 

Believe  his  blood  tor  me  was  fpilr, 
And  truft  in  him  alone. 

6.  Help  my  belief,  almighty  God* 
And  fet  my  fpiti'  free ; 

O  wa(h  me  in  the  Saviour's  blood* 
And  let  mo  \\n  vmh  ihee* 


H  r  M   N   S.  21 

HYMN  XXX. The  wrldhdd  up  by  Cod's  incarn*t'nn. 

1.  f Tt/HKN  Paradifc  was  funk  b)  (in, 

»V       Swift  ruin  muft  in  Cue 
That  inftant  had  noi  God  ftep'd  in, 
The  rage  tor  to  fubdue, 

2.  BiJt  God  ihat  hour  incarn-ie  came, 
And  m  his  love  appear  \i  ; 

And  thu-  became  aflaugh  er\l  Lamp, 
That  man  might  be  reftor'd 

3.  Now  eanh  appears  with  all  her  forms, 
To  hold  the  finking  race  ; 

Each  one  forrounded  wuh  his  charms 
O.*  heav'ns  unbounded  grace. 

4.  All  thofe  are  fav'd  (hat  hear  the  call, 
And  lei  the  Saviour  in  $ 

While  they  that  will  rejed  mud  fall 
In  their  own  hell  and  fin. 

5.  And  when  four  ihoufand  years  were  pad 
Tins  God  10  b  eed  and  die, 

AJTumes  a  body  ot  the  dull. 
And  'ppear?  to  monal  eye. 

6.  Prefs'd  as  a  cart  is  pre»r  *d  with  /heaves, 
Behold  the  Saviour  d.es ! 

And  foon  triumphantly  he  leaves 
The  grave  and  mourns  the  ikies. 

7.  Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  thy  name, 
O  Jefu«,  for  thy  love  ! 

And  we  (hall  found  thy  glorious  fame 
Through  all  the  rea!m«  above. 

HYMN     XXXI For  Mdrt*. 

1.  -pEACHme,  OGod,  I  pray, 

•*       To  fly  from  fin  and  death, 
And  lead  my  foul  in  Wifdom's  way 
Now  in  ihe  days  ot  youth. 

2.  Convert  my  foul  to  thee, 
By  «hy  redeeming  grace, 

And  give  me  fauh  where  e'er  I  be> 
To  run  the  chriftian  race. 

3.  Ten  thoufand  foares  iucq^ 


22  m  r  M   N  S. 

My  feet  from  earth  and  hell  : 
But  it  thou  ftand  my  conllatu  inend 
I'm  fafe.aod  ail  is  welt. 

4.  Let  love  divine  infpire 

My  heart  with  facred  flime  ; 
And  make  it  all  my  heart's  defire 
To  love  and  fpread  thy  name, 

5.  Not  all  vhe  joys  on  earth, 
And  grandeur  heie  below, 

With  count lefs  years  of  carnal  mirth 

Can  ever  blefs  me  fo. 

HYMN  XXXII. The  awakened  fmntr. 

I.  TJ  AVE  mercy  on  me,  Lord, 

"*     Remove  my  unbelief 
That  I  may  feel  the  living  word, 

And  lofe  my  fear  and  grief. 
%.   My  wretched  foul  doth  lie 

Undone  without  a  friend  ; 
But  O  !  if  thou  an  pairing  by 

Thine  arm  of  love  extend. 
3    O  Lord  how  can  I  bear 

Thai  muft  unhappy  doom 
Q\  everlasting  forrows,  where 

Thy  grace  can  never  come  I 

4.  Come,  blcffed  Saviour,  come 
And  take  my  guilt  away  ; 

And  let  me  find  that  happy  home 
Ot  everiafting  day. 

5.  But  O  it  is  this  heart  of  mine         * 
That  keeps  me  from  thy  love  ; 

When  will  my  flubborn  will  tefigng 
And  all  thefe  mountains  move  ! 

HYMN    XXXIII. An  twahncdytuth 

I.  I    OKD  let  me  never  go 

*"*     The  way  the  wicked  tread, 
Their  fteps  ake  hold  on  endlcis  we» 

Aod  they  among  the  dead* 
a.  O  call  me  home  to  »hee, 
N jw  in  my  youthful  days ; 


H   r   M   N   S  *3 

And  let  my  life  ami  portion  be 
In  the  Redeemer's  ways. 

3  I    is  thy  grace  I  want  ; 
Olei  me  talte  ihy  love; 

Meihmks,  O  God,  mv  foul  doth  pant 
For  p'eafurcs  from  above. 

4  O  Jefus  let  me  know 
Thy  kingdom  in  my  foul  ; 

Thy  grace  can  fave  from  endlefs  wo, 
And  all  my  lean  conuoul. 

5.  O  mail  I  ever  be 

Among  the  thnlti3ns  b'eft  ) 
O  Jefus  take  me  now  to  thee, 
And  g!ve  my  fo»rit  reft. 

6.  Then  m  the  realms  above, 
M>  God  I  (ball  adore  ; 

Forever  folace  in  his  love, 

But  grieve  and  fin  no  more. 

HYMN    xxxiv. The  fame. 

j.  r\  THOU  that  floop'd  from  realms  of  light, 

"     Whofe  name  is  Life  ar,d  Tnnb, 
Pluck  me  ffom  chains  of  death  and  night, 

While  in  <he  bloom ol  joo»h. 
%  I'm  born,  O  God,  ao  heir  ol  death, 

Condemu'd  by  my  own  fin  ; 
T»m<-  fleets  away,  ar  d  not  a  b.eaih 

Wll  e'er  rcurn  again. 
3.  O  Gop,  redeem  me  by  thy  grace, 

While  lite  is  in  its  bloom, 
Tha  I  may  run  hechnftian  race 

'Till  death  commands  me  home* 
4  Wi  hout  thy  love  1  am  undone, 

And  all  my  lite  is  vain, 
And  when  thefe  fleeting  hours  ate  gone 

I  land  in  endlels  pain. 
5.  Have  pity  on  me,  blefled  God, 

And  <ake  n.y  heart  to  thee, 
And  fet  me  by  thy  precious  blood, 

F.'om  ail  my  bondage  free. 


ft*  H   T   M    N    $■ 

HYMN  xr,xv. — —Tht  [inner*  i  complaint  and  cwrfcjlin, 

1.  f^V  Whai  a  harden'd  wretch  am  1  ! 

*~*     Will  nothing  meli  my  harden'd  mind? 
I  hear  that  Chrift  is  palling  by, 

But  know  it  nor,  for  1  am  blind. 
2-  His  bowels  yearn  o'er  wretched  men, 

And  I  atncail'd  tota(te  his  love, 
And  yet  my  heart's  (o  hard  in  fin 

I  neither  feel,  nor  melt,  nor  move, 

3.  Long  has  he  waited  at  my  door, 
And  I  a  wretch  as  long  defpis'd  ; 

And  now  if  he  mould  call  no  more, 
In  endlefs  death  I  clofe  my  eye?. 

4.  And  yet  how  carelcfs  am  I  Hill, 
Surrounded  with  important  fcenes  ; 

O  Tefus  turn  my  rapid  will, 

Remove  my  guilt,  and  break  my  chains. 
HYMN  xxxvi.— — /#;  aged  [inner  atmhnei, 
X.   \X/H^T  heart  can  think,  or  tongue  can  tell 

**       How  much  expos'd  my  foul  doth  ftand  ! 
Condemn'd,  and  on  the  brink  ot  hell. 
With  threatening  foes  on  ev'ry  hand. 

2.  M>  fleeting  hours  are  almcft  gone, 
Anil  foon  I  mull  refign  my  breath  ; 

The  way  admits  of  no  return  ; 

No  hopes  beyond  the  gates  ofdsath. 

3.  If  once  the  cords  of  lite  are  broke, 
And  I  wi'.hout  a  Saviour  fund, 

My  wretched  foul  muO  bear  the  ftroke 
Oi  death  hrough  one  eternal  rouod* 

4.  How  can  I  reit  another  day, 
Condemn'd  in  this  unguarded  ftate  I 

Giod  Lord  appear,  appear  I  pray, 

And  fave  me  though  my  fi-is  are  greaf. 

5.  Make  bare  thine  arm,  extend  <hy  grace 
B  fore  deai h  llrike*  the  ta'al  blow  \ 

Aod  let  me  fre  thy  fmding  faie. 
Of  I  mall  fink  in  endlefs  wo* 


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HYMN   XXXVH.— -Th*  fmner  convinced  *fi 

1.  f   ONG  h2vc  I  trod  the  downward  real, 
■*-i     And  pray'd  but  to  an  unknown  God, 

And  carelefs  wafted  ev'ry  breath, 
Condem'd  to  everlafting  death. 

2.  I  vainly  thought  that  all  was  well 
When  porting  down  the  road  to  hell  ; 
B-it  now  methinks  in  part  I  fee 
How  vile  and  how  expos'd  I  be. 

3.  Yet  though  To  far  I've  rov'd  from  God, 
And  with  his  enemies  have  trod, 

Who  knows  but  he  may  yet  dfplay 
His  love,  and  take  my  guilt  away. 

4.  His  love  is  great,  his  grace  is  free, 
Who  knows  but  it  may  reach  to  me  ? 
J  yet  may  fingof  joys  divine, 

And  tell  the  world  that  Chrilr.  is  mine. 

5.  O  mould  I  ever  be  fobleft 

To  find  that  everlafting  reft,  , 

I'd  leap  for  joy,  and  God  adore, 
And  fear  the  rage  of  heli  no  more. 

HYMN     XXXVIII.— For  children. 

1.  T   OOK  down,  O  God,  from  realms  above, 
*~*     And  blefs  me  with  redeeming  love; 

While  I  am  young,  Olet^me  know 
A  tafte  of  heav'n  while  here  below, 

2.  I  know  that  I  am  barn  to  die ; 
O  May  I  now  to  (efusfty! 

Lord  ftamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
Nor  from  thy  ways  lee  ma  deferf. 

3.  Fain  would  I  fpend  my  early  days 
To  walk  with  God  in  wifdom's  ways 
Led  by  the  Lord  where  e'er  I  rove 
To  teii  *he  wonders  of  his  love. 

4.  And  it  thotidoft  on  me  beftow 
Long  life  and  ftrength  while  hersbelovr. 
Still  let  thy  grace  infpiretny  tongue. 
And  praifes  be  my  dying  long, 

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5.  Then  biing  me  to  my  father's  home, 

Wi  h  all  fhy  faints  in  youthful  bloom  ; 

To  dirk  ihy-love,  and  fing  thy  praife, 

Rejoicing  in  cernal  davs. 

BY MN  XXXIX. — dgajnfi drinking  and profane ftiearing* 

1.  fc>OLD  wietch  indeed  !  that  dares  prefume 
*~*     Agamn"  the  taws  ol  God  and  man, 

Who  belches  out  blafphemous  fume, 
And  hurries  down  to  endlefs  pain. 

2.  Where  will  fuch  guilty  wretches  ike, 
When  death  (hall  fluke  'he  fata!  blow  ! 

How  will  they  bear  that  God  to  fee 

Whom  they  blafphem'd  and  would  not  know*, 

3.  The  drunkard  now  fills   up  his  bowl, 
And  drinks  till  all  his  fenfe  is  drown'd  ; 

But  little  thinks  his  precious  foul, 
Is  to  infernal  regions  bound. 

4.  O  did  they  know  how  deep  they  wound, 
Their  wretched  poor  immortal  fouls, 

Soon  would  they  leave  th*  enchanted  ground, 
Their  carnal  mirth  and  jolly  bowls. 

5.  Roufe  them,  O  God,  tofeek  thy  face, 
Now  while  there  is  a  who  can  tell, 

Bat  they  mayfrnd  redeeming  grace, 

/ir.d  Jfc3pe  the  endlefs  pains  of  hell. 
HYMN  XL — A  fmner  awakened,  and  groaning  far  help. 
j.  /~\  What  a  load  of  fin, 

^     Hangs  on  my  guHty  foul ! 
Ip  darknefs  all  my  days  I've  been, 

And  fin*d  without  controul. 
3.  And  now  my  fins  arife, 

To  drive  me  to  defpair  ; 
B'U  O  I  hear  that  Jefusdies, 

And  there  is  pardon  there. 

3,  Lord  Jefus  pardon  me, 
And  give  my  foul  thy  grace  ; 

Expel  thefe  clouds  and  fer  me  free, 
That  I  may  fee  thy  face. 

4.  Give  me  immortal  light, 


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And  fave  ray  foul  from  hell } 
Or  banifh'd  toe'ernal  night 
I  mult  forever  dwell, 

HYMN  LX1. On  death. 

1.  COON  I  muft  hear  ihe  foiernn  call 

^     (Piepar'd  or  not)  to  yield  my  breath  ; 
And  this  poor  mortal  frame  mud  fail 
A  helplefs  prey  to  cruel  death. 

2.  Then  look,  my  foul,  look  forward  now. 
And  anchor  fafe  beyond  the  flood  ; 

Bow  to  the  Saviour's  footftool,  bow, 
And  get  a  life  fecurein  God. 

3.  Before  1  he fe  fteeiing  hours  are  gone, 
1*11  bid  this  mortal  world  adieu; 

And  to  the  Lord  I'll  now  refign 
My  hie,  my  bteaih,  and  fpirii  too. 

4.  Then  welcome  death  with  all  its  force  \ 
No  more  I'll  fear  the  gaping  grave  \ 

Jefus  r/iy  God,  my  laft  refource, 
Will  reach  his- arm  my  foul  to  fave* 

5.  He  will  not  hide  his  fmiling  face, 
Nor  leave  me  in  that  trying  hour  ; 

I'll  iruft  my  foul  upon  his  grace 

And  chearful  leave  rhs  morial  (here. 

HYMN  XLIL— The  groans  of  an  azoaksned '  flnn:r, 

1.  A  Sinner,  Lord,  condemiv'd  to.  die, 
"■     Would  to  thy  grace  for  refuge  fly  \ 

To-  thee  I  groan  with  trembling  breath; 
O  fave  me  trom  eternal  death. 

2.  My  foes,  my  fears,  and  fins  unite,, 
To  chain  me  down  to  endlefs  night  \ 
But  (J  !  I  cannot  think  to  dwell 

In  endlefs  darknefs^  death  and  hell  ! 

3.  Look  down,  O  God,  with  pow'r  I  pray, 
And  drive  thefe  awlul  tears  away  \ 
Ovar.qu  &  this  infernal  crew, 

And  all  my  foul  by  grace  renew, 

4.  Then  would  my  foul  delight  lo  tell 
What  goedoeiis  doth  in  Jefus  dwell  s 


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Since  I  a  (inner  found  shy  door, 

I'd  ftand  and  call  ten  thoufand  more. 

HYMN   XLUL—lhe  fame. 

1.  (~\  Lord,  how  dang'rous  is  the  place 
V     Where  my  poor  foul  doth  (land, 

With  all  my  fins,  without  thy  grace, 
And  death  on  either  hand  ! 

2.  Time,  like  a  Tenent,  fwift  doth  hurl, 
And  deals  my  breai.k  away, 

And  drives  me  to  the  nether  world, 
Without  the  lean1  delay. 

3.  Socn  will  thefe  o^ortal  cords  be  broke, 
And  I  mail  loie  my  bieath  ; 

Soon  muft  I  feel  the  fatal  ftrcke 
Oi  an  ali-conq'ring  death. 

4.  Then  would  it  tear  my  bleeding  heart, 
And  fill  me  with  defpair, 

If  Cftrirt  mould  bid  my  foul  depart, 
Where  hope  is  known  no  more. 

5.  Extend,  extend,  O  Lamb  of  God, 
Thy  bietTed  arm  of  pow'r, 

Speak  to  my  foul  one  faving  word, 
In  this  difheiling  hour. 

6.  O  let  me  now  redemr/icn  know, 
And  fade  immortal  love  ; 

And  let  me  wiih  thy  people  go, 

To  the  bright  realms  above. 

H    T    M    N    XLIV.— The  trembling  [inner. 
l,  f\  Hew  I  (hudder  on  the  brink, 

^-^     And  groan  at  ev'ry  breath  { 
My  foul  each  hour  expos'd  to  fink, 

In  everlasting  death. 
2»  I  cannot  bear  to  take  my  fl'ghr, 

With  devils  down  to  hell. 
And  baniiVd  from  eternal  light, 

In  endlefs  night  ta  dwell. 
3.  Ofave  me  thou  indulgent  God, 

Fromeverlafting  pains; 
And  let  it  (lid  be  known  abroad, 


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A  God  of  goodnefs  reigns. 

4.  Did  not  the  bleft  Redeemer  die 
Upon  the  curfed  free  ; 

Then  why  O  bleflfcd  Jcfus,  why, 
Why  is  it  not  for  tne  ? 

5.  O  let  me  know  ihf  Saviour's  death, 
And  feel  his  nfing  pow'r ; 

When  (hall  1  feel  that  word  ot- faith, 
And  fee  the  happy  h^ur  ? 

6.  Unveil  my  hearr/thou  Lamb  of  God, 
To  fee  thy  grace  is  free ; 

And  let  thy  precious,  precious  blood, 
Bring  life  divine  to  me. 

H     T     M     N     XIV.— For  a  funeraU 

1.  C  WIFT  has  th*  immortal  fpirii  fled, 
*^     From  this  poor  fenfe'efs  clay  ; 

And  part  'he  portals  of  the  dead, 
To  endlefs  night  or  day. 

2.  Ah  !  how  amazipg  was  the  view, 
That  ftole  each  active  thought  , 

If  to  angel ick  realms  it  flew, 
Or  funk  to  endle/s  n;ght  ! 

3.  Small  are  the  earth's  amufirjg  toys, 
Or  frowns  and  trials  now, 

If  flie  hath  reach'd  thole  perfecljoys, 
Where  heav'nly  armies  glow, 

4.  Or  if  to  awful  paths  or  death, 
She  has  herfelf  inclined  ; 

How  vain  thofe  grandeurs  of  the  earth; 
Or  joys  iiie  left  behind  ! 

5.  Spare  us,  O  Gox>,  and  give  us  grace, 
From  that  black  gulph  to  flee  ; 

That  wfeen  we  end  our  mortal  race, 
Our  fouls  may  -/\t  with  thee. 
H  Y  M  N  XLVl.—  A  [inner  cpnvwctJ  of  a  hard  bcXrU 

[7  AS  e'er  a  wretch  fo  hard  as  I  1 
'"        My  heart  will  neither  melt,  nor  cry  \ 
I'm  griev*d  hecaufe  no  more  tfilhefs'd, 
And  wender  1  fo  eafy  reft. 

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2-  My  ftubbom  will,  will  not  relenr, 
Nor  my  obdurate  heart  repent  ; 
O  might  fome  pow'rol  love  divine, 
E'er  mek  ihis  reeky  heart  of  mine  1 

3.  Come,  mighsy  God,  thefe  fees  fubdue,- 
Form  ray  benighted  foul  anew  1 

Q  let  me  taffe  the  joys  above, 
And  join  to  fing  redeeming,  love. 

4.  Give  me  one  fpatk  of  heav'nly  qzj3 
To  leaner  aihhticdouds  away  ; 
Nor  {lull  I  ever  happy  be, 

Till  from  thefe  chains  lam  fet  free. 

HYMN  XLVll.—Mans  mifaable  choke,  and  condition, 

1.  O  IGH  was  the  crime,  great  was  the  fall 
*"*      And  iaial  was  the  daring  blow, 

When  man  wHi-paradife  and  all, 
Piung'd  in  a  labyrinth  of  wo. 

2.  Deep  did  the  damning  poifon  feize, 
The  num'rous  throng  ot  human  race  ; 

Beyond  all  he'p  for-  their  difeafe, 
But  by  Jehovah's  arm  of  grace. 

3.  And  when  redeeming  love  comes  down> 
By  the  'incarnate  Son  oi  God  \ 

How  many  3rfregard  the  crown, 

While  o»hers  ifrink  to  fpwil  his  blood  i 

4.  Where  God  his  boundlefs  grace  has  fpreadV 
Ten  thoufapd  foots  fink  deeper  ftill  \ 

Beneath -the  cuife  among  the  dead, 

Againft  the  Saviour's  love  "bi\<\  will; 
3.   While  lite  is  founding  in  their  ears  ; 

And  heav'hly  floods  fpreaci  all  around  ; 
They  turn  then  bac&s,  and  drown  their  fears  | 

And  thus  of  choice  to  hell  they'ie  bound, 

6.  How  irony  finners  fit  and  hear, 
The  glorious  gofpel  trump  in  Tain  j 

Sleeping,  in  fin,  they  reft  fecure, 
Till  they  awake  in  enelefs  pain. 

7.  Thoufandsand  tens  of  thoufands more 
Pretend  to  love  the  gofpel  found, 


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Who  hold  the  form,  but  hate  the  pow'r  5 
Defpife  thecrofs,  and  bofe  the  crown. 

8.  And  thus  of  all  the  finking  race, 

O  (hocking  thought  !  there  is  but  few 
Who  e'er  obtain  the  work  of  grace 
That  forms  the  inmoft  foul  anew. 

9.  O  pity,  Lord,  thefe  heirs  of  death, 
That  lay  condemned  to  endlefs  night  ; 

Breathe,  Oiirmortal  fpii it,  breathe 

And  make  mem  children  of  «he  light. 
HYMN  XLVIU.—Ths  awakened i [inner  groaning  ftr -he!} * 

1.  f    E  T  me  no  longer  go, 

*-#     O  God,  without  thy  grace  5. 
My  foul  is  bound  with  guilt  and  wo 
Among  the  vilett  race. 

2.  Death  threatens  all  around. 
From  which  I  cannot  flee; 

No  help,  no- help,  O  God.  is  founds 
But  what  is  found  in  thee. 

3.  It  I' ne'er  tafte  thy  love, 
Nor  thy  filiation  know, 

In  anguifh  thro'  this  world  I  rove? 
Then  fink  in  endlefs  wo. 

4.  My  life  nfelf,  O  God, 
Is  like  a  troubled  fea, 

Unlefs  I  tafie  immortal  food  ; 
For  there's  no  joys  but  thee. 

5.  Lord  lift  me  from  this  gulph 
O:  darknefs  and  of  deam, 

And  manifeft  thy  bleiTed  felf 
Before  my  parting  breath. 

HYMN  XLIX. -The/am* ■ 

1.  I   ORD-I  begin  to  fee 

*"*     How  dang'roas  is  my  cafe  5 

0  what  a  wretched  foul  I  be, 
A  ff  ranger  to  thy  grace  ! 

2.  My  fins,  O  God,  are  great  5 
My  days  are  almoft  gone  ; 

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Expos'd  to  endlefs  pain. 

3.  Ten  thoufand  foes  invade, 
For  my  unguarded  foul ; 

And  many  uhfeen  fnares  are  laid 
And  rage  without  controul. 

4.  O  pity,  mighty  God, 
And  give  me  living  faith  ; 

And  waih  me  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 

Before  I'm  loft  in  Death. 
HYiYLN  L.  —  On  ajlorm  of  thunder  ;  when  two  tries    were 
firuch  with  lightning  not  far  fro77i  where  J  fat. 

1.  CEE,  fee  what  heavy  clouds  arife, 
*^     And  veiling  the  refulgent  fkies, 

Thsy  fpread  a  midnight  (hade  ! 
Like  angry  bulls  with  rapid  force 
Spread  o'er  the  hills  with  muuYmg  voice, 

Doth  all  our  tents  invade. 

2.  Impetuous  fireams  their  floods  difpeife 
The  meads,  and  vallies  foon  immerfe 

In  the  o'er-fpreading  flood  ; 
Tempeftuous  btefts  their  Itrength  engage, 
Augmenting  the  rapacious  rsge, 

Spread  awiul  fcenes  abroad. 

3.  Hark  !  hark  !  what  thunders  rend  thefky, 
While  (heets  oi  liquid  nitre  fly, 

And  burn  the  fulph'rous  air  ! 
Beneath  me  (hikes  the  folid  ground  ;     . 
An  awful  beli'wing  all  around, 

While  clouds  in  flames  appear, 

4.  What  threat 'ning  dangers  now  refound 
And  gaping  graves  fpread  all  around, 

To  f  e  ze  a  help'efs  worm, 
What  fcenes  of  night,  and  arms  of  death, 
Pinfues  me  now  a;  every  breath 

A  mid  ft  this  fiery  ftorm  ! 
5    A  blazing  boil  row  rolls  with  (Irife, 
Ar  d  points  to  mv  unguarded  life, 

From  which  I  canno\  flee  : 
But  heav'ns  almighty  arm  of  care 


Now  bids  the  threai'ning  bolt  foibear, 

And  Krike  fomeneigbouring  (rce. 
6.  The  rugged  elm  now  feels  the  ftruke  ; 
A  {lately  trunk  in  fhivers  broke, 

While  I  fecurelv  Hand; 
O  may  the  frcne  efTjciual  pro?r, 
To  fill  my  foul  with  thanks  and  love, 

To  God's  indulgent  hand  ! 
HYMN  LI. — A  fnner  grotiniiigfor  the  hlQlv/eJge  ofChrlf}. 

1.  r\  Help  afinne;,  Lord,  I  pray, 
^-^     Before  I  am  undone  ; 

My  unbeliel  O  takeawa*y( 

And  make  the  Saviour  known. 

2.  I've  heaid  thy  name,  but  do  not  know 
Thy  love,  nor  who  shou  art  j 

O  Jet  me  live  no  longer  f  >,  . 
But  enter  in  my  heart. 

3.  O  (hall  1  ever  tafte  thy  love, 
And  know  thai  thou  art  mine  1 

Shall  I  e'er  find  this  mountain  move, 

And  Gng  of  joys  divm'e  ? 
£...  Millions  of  v*e:!(Js  would  not  rejoice 

My  wounded  fpirit  fo, 
As  the  Redeemer's  besv'nly  voice 

To  feve  me  from  my  wo. 
5.  Then  would  I  teil  i  ie  world  thy  nams 

Long  as  I  drew  my  breath  ; 
And  my  unbounded  grace  proclaim 

Till  lifeexpir'd  in  death. 

HTMN  LIL—Tke  cmduti  of '  moft  fauon; 
i.    IXJ  HI  LE  failors  bleft  with  wind  arid  tide, 
*  *       D  j  falely  o'er  the  ocean  rid?, 

Chearful  they  fpend  their  hours  in  mirth  : 
But  when  the  raging  'empeRs  blow, 
And  yawning  graves  invads  below, 

They  tremb'e  on  the  verge  of  dea  h. 
2.  Then  to  their  knees  the  wretches  fly 
To  ieek  a  friend  \  they  mourn  and  cry, 

Confefs  their  fin*,  and  help  implore  ; 


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And  while  diftrefs'd  toheav'n  they  vovr 
It  God  will  help,  and  fave  them  now 
They'll  tread  their  finful  ways  no  more. 

3.  But  when  he  flills  the  foaming  mainr 
And  calms  the  furious  winds  again, 

Soon  they  forget  the  vows  they  made  j 
ei  Come  on,  they  fay,  ye  merry  fouls, 
&i  Well  drown  our  grief  with  jolly  bowls  ; 

"  Good  luck  has  all  our  fears  allafd. 

4.  O~poor  returns  for  grace  fo  great 
To  wretches  on  the  brink  of  fate  ! 

Good  Lord  forgive  th'unhappy  crew  ; 

0  may  they  now  by  grace  reform* 
Before  the  great  and  dreadful  (lorro- 

Piove  their  eternal  overthrow. 
HYMN LIU, — An  awakened  [inner  convinced  of  the  empti 

nefs  of  ah  nis  earthly  joys. 
I.  r"jpOO  long  my  foul  has  fed  on  toys, 

■*■       And  grafp^  for  airy  good  ! 
Too  long  defpifed  fubftantial  joys, 

And  ftole  the  ferpent's  food  ! 
%   And  now  I  know  not  where  to  go 

To  find  a  quick  relief ; 
What  can  I  fay,  what  can  I  do, 

When  bound  with  unbelief  ? 

3.  My  pride  rs  ftrong,  my  heart  is  hardp 
My  eyes  with  fins  are  blind  ; 

1  feel  oiyfelf  in  prifon  bair'd  j 
No  ireedom  can  I  find. 

4.  Rut  fince  thy  grace  is  bouncllefs  ftill,. 
O  Gad,  I  cannot  ceafe 

To  hope  in  thee  ;  for  'tis  thy  will 
To  give  poor  Tinners  peace. 

5.  OJefus,  touch  my  flubborn  hearV 
With  love  and  life  divine  ; 

My  foul  from  all  my  idols  part, 

Then  fhall  my  foul  be  thine. 
%.  O  raife  me  from  this  grave  of  death} 

And  be  my  only  friend  \ 


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Then  to  thy  name  I'll  fpend  my  breath 
Till  time  whh  me  fhVd  end. 

HYMN  LIV.— For  afunerzh 
TjOW  happy  wa^  the  Broke  ot  death, 
"     That  Ihuck  the  fa«al.  blow, 
That  feiz'd  she  poor  remains  of  breath 
And  bid  the  fpirit  go! 
How  aclive  di«!  th?  foul  awake 
Soon  as  it  left  the  clay  ! 
nvelop'd  in  the  dufky  la-ke, 
Ot  lrretch'd  in  heav'cly  day. 
Ah  !  now  (he  foars  her  happy  round 
Within  iheblifsful  fhore  ; 
Dr  elfe  in  chains  of  darknefs  bound, 
WRere  hope  is  known  no  more. 
And  foon,ah  !  foonwe  mud  puifus 
That  foul  To  lately  fted  ; 
\nd  foon  of  us  they  may  fay  too, 
Ah  J  fuch  an  ens  is  dead  ! 
Lord  God  awake  poor  finners  now, 
That  they  from  death  may  flee  ; 
That  when  death  (hikes  the  fatal  blow 

They  may  awake  with  thee. 
HYMN  LV.— -The  [inner  fe  sling  fo?nt thing  of  his  pais, 
t^\  What  a  heart  have  I ! 
^     How  ftubborn  is  my  will ! 
[  cannot  melt,  I  cannot  fty, 

Nor  dare  1  here  be  (till. 
2.  My  foul  is  bound  with  chains, 

The  gulph  of  ruin  nigh  ; 
Vm  threatn'd  with  eternal  pains, 
Yet  have  no  heart  to  fly. 
Good  Lord,  look  down,  I  pray, 
And  raife  me  from  the  dead  ; 
O  take  my  idols  all  away, 
And  give  me  living  bread. 
O  might  the  moment  come 
When  I  might  tafte  his  love  I 
Call,  bicfled  Lord,  the  wand'rer  home, 


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And  make  my  guilt  remove. 

H  M  Y  N  LVI, Te  profane  /wearers. 

1.  \7QU  that  profane  yotor  Makers  name,' 

■*•      Andcurfe  and  (wear  without  controul, 
O  think  in  time  what  guilt  and  fhame 
You're  heaping  on  your  naked  foul. 

2.  Why  will  you  fink  your  foul  fo  far, 
And  choofe  in  hell  your  wretched  doom  ; 

Why  will  you  dwell  forever  where 
One  fpark  of  hope  can  never  come  r 

3.  Soon  will  you  plunge  in  endlefs  pain, 
And  groan  beneath  your  load  of  fins  ; 

And  wi(h  to  die,  but  wifh  in  vain  ; 
Your  torment  but  anew  begins. 

4.  O  that  you  would  be  wife  to  day, 
And  r ilk  your  wretched  fouls  no  more ! 

Return  and  fly  without  delay  ;  * 

God's  goodnefs  bath  no  bound  nor  fhore. 
HYMN   LV IL— Souls  de firing  to  know  their  jiateifiChrifl. 

1.  r\  Could  I  once  but  really  know, 
^^     The  bleifed  Chrift  was  mine  !• 

Or  could  I  now  leave  all  below, 
And  all  to  God  refign  ! 

2.  Ah  !  could  Tfing  ot  joys  above, 
And  feed  on  angel's  food, 

Methinks  my  foul  would  never  rove 
For  all  created  good  ! 

3.  OJefus  lend  thy  hand  tome, 
And  enter  in  my  heart ; 

And  bend  my  faul  fo  faft  to  thee, 

That  I  may  never  part. 
4;  Ten  thoufand  years  of  earthly  blifc, 

I  mould  etfeem  but  fma'l, 
If  Chrift  was  mine,  and  I  was  his, 

For  he  is  all  in  a'!. 

5.  Redeem  my  foul,  Q  God,  from  wee, 
That  1  may  love  thy  name, 

And  fpread  (with  joys)  where'er  I  go, 
Thy  love,  aad  bleeding  tame. 


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■ffTVJf/VLVIlI.— A  reproof  oj  tbs  open  profane, 
"^7E  poor  unhappy  fouls  that  dare 
*■      Blafpheme  againft  the  heav'n?, 
Will  you  improve  to  curfe  and  fweur, 

Breathe  tor  repentance  giv'n  ? 
1.  Why  will  you  give  your  tongues  the  rein, 

To  lit)  without  controul, 
And  in  eternal  death  and  pain, 

Plunge  an  immortal  foul. 

3.  O  think  what  loads  of  guilt  an*  wrath, 
You  now  are  heaping  up  ; 

And  what  eternal  pangs  of  deaih 
Is  in  your  bitter  cup. 

4.  Why  will  you  make  fuch  fatal  chains, 
And  chcofc  the  road  to  hell  ? 

Why  will  you  choole  in  endlefs  pains, 
With  wretched  fouls  to  dwell? 

5.  O  turn,  unhappy  mortals  turn, 
Forfake  yourllspp'ry  way  ; 

No  longer  at  Jehovah  fpurn, 
But  turn  without  delay. 
HYMN  LJX. — The  finner's  srj,   token  mush  awakened, 
i.nrO  thee,  O  God,  I  call, 

-*■      In  this  diftreiltng  hour  ; 
A  beggar  at  my  feet  I  fall 

And  plead  the  Saviour's  pow'r. 

2.  I  dare  not  plead  my  wonhyneft, 
Or  that  my  hands  are  clean  ; 

But  the  Redeemer's  rightcoufnefs, 
Can  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin. 

3.  Great  is  my  fin,  O  God,  I  know* ; 
But  fmce  thy  love  is  great, 

Why  mould  eternal  death  and  wo 
Be  my  unhappy  fate  ? 

4.  O  help  me  with  redeeming  love; 
Difplay  thy  grace  divine  ; 

My  guilt  and  darknefs,  Lord,  remove, 
And  let  my  foul  be  thine. 
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HYMN     IX.— The/ami 
rlnO  thee,  OGod,  I  fain  would  cry, 
'*       And  to  thy  grace  for  refuge  fly  ; 
Beneath  my  load  ot  guilt  I  groan  ; 
vQ  make  t !i y  boundlefs  mercy  known. 

2.  My  heart  is  bound  with  chains  oi  fin  ; 
O  what  a  guilty  wretch  I've  been  i   .  , 

let  me  in  rhy-goodnefs  find 
Relief  for  my  diflrened  mind. 

3.  Though  I  have  fnM,  thou  eanft  forgive  ; 
Though  1  am  dead,  Lord  snake  me  live  ; 
Though  I  am  wounded,  heal  my  wound 
And  (hough  I'm  Ipft,  let  me  be  found. 

4.  Then  will  I  fpread  thy  name  abroad, 
And  tell  the  goodnefs  of  my  God  ; 
Sinners  may  come  and  tafte  the  fame. 
And  join  to  praife  thy  worthy  name, 

HYMN  LXI. — A  [inner    beginning  iofee   his  fin, 

1.  ¥   ONG  have  I  drove  my  fieih  to  pleaie, 
T?     And  flept  in  fin,  and  carnal  eafe  ; 

Wafting  my  moments,  life  and  breath 
In  the  breed  road  to  endlefs  death. 

2.  But  now  my  fins  begin  to  rife 
Like  guilty  mountains  to  the  (kies  5 
And  ail  I  fee  is  deaih  end  wo  ; 

0  whnlier,  whither  (hall  I  go  ? 

3.  They  fay  the  Saviour's  grace  is  free, 
And  like  en  overflowing  fea, 

1  hetefore  I'll  rife  and  fleep  no  more, 
So  nigh  the  black  infernal  (bore. 

4.  I'll  co  to  God  with  all  my  (bame, 
And  calf  myftW  upon  the  ian.b  ; 
Who  knows  but  he  may  mercy  mow, 
And  fave  me  from  eternal  wo  r 

HYMN   LXJ1. Tkefam*< 

1.  fpCOD  Lord  what  Khali  I  do 

^     Whh  this  hard  heart  ot  mine  ? 
vV!  e<c  (hall  a  blinded  (inner  go 
To  fipd  fome  help  divine  r 


h  r  s. 

'  )  tr.ortal  arm  can 
My  dying  foul  reliet  ; 
Without  thy  grace  I  cannot  live, 
,  B»id  a  moment'*  peace, 
was  hoi  m  ide  in  vain  ; 
r  car.  i  bear  to  bj 
ConSgnM  10  everlaftirig  pain, 
S  dcc  I  was  m  ide  to;  thee. 
a.   I  ftand  upon  a  brink, 

And  hnow  not  where  .'o  fiy  ; 

my  foul  before  I  fit 
O  U\c  or  e!fe  I  die. 
5.  T  2  no  limits  knows. 

Nor  baih  thy  luve  a  bound  ; 
I  cannot  from  thy  footftcol  go 

i]  I  have  mercy  found. 
tr.  0  comet,hou  bleffed  Lamb, 
zem  my  foul  lrom  hell  j 
That  I  may  land  thy  glorious  name, 

And  in  thy  bofom  dwell. 
}IT 'My IXUI.—The  awahr.ed  firmer  inquiring  after 
a.  r]pELL  a  p^or  foul  that  1  may  find, 

-"-       Where  is  the  Saviour  of  mankind  I 
And  let  me  fee  his  fcniling  face 
Thai  I  may  know,  2nd  fing  his  grace* 
2.   Ye  foIFwers  of  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
Who're  bound  to  fpread  his  bleeding  fame, 
O,  if  you  can,  I  pray  you  tell 
Where  doth  your  blefled  Jefus  dwell  r 
7.  O  let  me  know  that  I  miy  flee 
To  him,  and  your  beii  friend  may  fee  \ 
Nothing  can  make  my  foul  rejoice 
Until  I  hear  his  laving  voice. 

4.  O  could  I  find  his  bfcfled  feet, 
There  would  1  c hoofs  a  humble  feat  ; 
There  would  I  choofc  to  fpeod  my  daj 
Enjoy  his  luve  and  fpread  his  prvie. 

5.  O  thou  that  palTeth  by   my  door, 
To  give  falvation  to  the  poor, 


4°  H   r  M   N   s. 

Since  thou  doth  bleftngs  freely  gjve, 
Ofpeak  that  my  poor  foul  may  live. 
6.   I  car.no:  bear  to  !ei  thee  p 
Without  a  portion  in  thy  grace  ; 
Olet  my  foul  no  longer  love, 
A  Granger  to  redeeming  love. 

HYMN    LX1V— The  fmuer's  kmentatitn. 
I0   Wkatapoor   benighted  mind, 

v        And  harden'd  heart  have  J  ! 
Where  (hall  I  go  feme  help  to  find  ? 

I  know  not  whereto  fly. 

2.  The  foli\ve;s  of  the  Lamb  declare?, 
They  once  in  chains  were  bound  ; 

Bui  now  In  facreu  joys  they  mare, 
For  Jefus  they  have  found. 

3.  They  aik  my  foul  to  fhats  a  parr, 
In  their  Redeemer's  love  ; 

But  O  this  hard, .this  wretched  heart, 
Will  not  believe,  nor  move* 

4.  «  nd  Biuft  I  wane  my  moments  (b> 
Without  one  moment's  peace,  ' 

Like  an  abandon 'd  wand'ier  go, 
Til!  praying  days  fhalitcafe  ! 

5.  Muti  I  ne'er  have  a  moment's  reft, 
Nor  fee  a  joyful  day  ? 

Or  will  the  Loid  e'er  make  me  blefly 
And  take  my  fears  sway  ? 

6.  O  thou  whofc  grace  I've  long  refus'd, 
For  ray  deliverance  come  ; 

O  let  that  goodnefs  long  abus'd, 

Yet  call  the  mourner  home. 

Ji  *I  M  N   LXV*—Z6t  finfier groaning  after  Ckrijf, 
I.  r\  Jefus  (hall  I  ever  be 

^-*     Redeem'd  from  death,  bound  up  in  thee  ? 
Shall  I  e'er  fee  thy  fmiling  face, 
And  feel  thy  love  and  ling  thy  grace  ? 
2  O  might  I  ever  fee  the  day, 
When  thefe  black  clouds  were  chas'd  away. 
And  1  fhould  feci  a  voice  divine, 


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B;:'  tell  methi  u  mine  ! 

3   T    1  :.c  d,  O  !  :  word, 

d  ; 

JVC, 

4.  L 

ifs  love  made  on 
With  fweet  delight,  I  would  adore, 
My  God,  where  fin  is  known  no  m  )re. 

HYMN      LXV1.— The  fife. 
il-  flOVV  long  dial!  I  in  darknefs  go, 

"     Through  frndes  of  death  ana  (forms  of  vvo  I 
How  long  (hall  I  a  ftranger  jbe, 
Unto  myfelf,  O  God,  and  thee  ? 
2    I  feel  fo  bound  with  chains  of  death, 
I  rr.ourn,  and  groan  at  ev'ry  breath  \ 
Can  neither  love,  nor  pray,  nor  praife, 
And  thus  I  waftemy  fleeting  days. 
3.  O  will-  tke  Saviour  ever  come, 
And  call  a  wretched  tinner  home  ? 

he  e'er  take  thefe  clouds   away, 
And  iurn  my  midnight  into  day  ? 
jl.  I  long  the  happy  hour 'to  fee, 
When  from  :'  as  I  (ball  be  free  ; 

When  1  mail  find  a  heav'n ly  peace, 
And  all  my  ^usit  and  forrow  cezk. 

HYMN  LXVIL The  Jijlrejfed fiuh 

I.  C\  Whai  a  heart,  a  heart  of  (fone, 

^     And  load  of  guilt  I  bear, 
Seeking  for  help,  but  finding  none, 

And  bord'ring  on  dtipair  ! 
*    I  .;«, 

And  think  I  want  releafe  ; 
Bu'  fome  :d, 

d  bars  my  fotil  ce. 

3.  It's  hard  to 

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4.  O  might  I  never,  never  reft 
Unlet  I  find  relief: 

Lord,  pity  mc,  a  foul  diflrcft, 
Ancf  cujc  my  unbeliet 

5.  O  take  me,  take  me  from  this  gulph, 
And  fet  the  pris'ner  free  ; 

Lord  give  my  foul  thy  blefTed  fe!f, 
And  take  my  foul  to  thee. 

6.  Methinks  ten  thoufand  thanks  would  rife 
From  my  poor  OammYmg  tongue  ; 

And  when  ail  mortal  vigour  dies, 
S'ill  Chrift  would  be  my  fong. 
HYMN  LXIIh— The  danger  and  vanity  of  the -world, 

1.  A  DIEU  vain  world,  with  all  your  gain, 
x^-      A 1  j d  y  0 u r  am u  ft n g  toys; 

.  Thoufands  have  plung'd  in  endlefs  pain 
For  'your  deceitful  joys. 

2.  Though  long  I've  hugg'd  your  dang'rous  mirth. 
Your  charms  I  now  difdain  ; 

Your  pleafing  fcenes  lead  down  to  death, 
And  ev'fy  joy's  a  chain. 
■  3  You  cannot  give  a  moment's  peace 
In  a  el  HI  rein  ng  day, 

0  might  your  itrong  delufions  ceafe, 
And  fueep  no  more  away  ! 

4.  Divorce  my  heart,  OGod,  of  love, 
From  all  rli.efe  earthly  charms  ; 

And  while  this  defart  world  I  rove 
Secure  me  in  thv  arms. 

5.  My  mortal  life,  O  God,  eng3ge 
To  love  thee  as  my  all  ; 

And  when  I  qu if  this  morial  flage, 
My  foul  toglorv  call. 

H     Y     M     N      LXlfc.— On  death. 

1  COON  (hall  I  tee!  the  pang*  ofcdeatli 

^     Rack  all  my  frame,  and  (top  my  breath; 
Prepar'd  or  not   my   foul  mult  go 
And  bid  adieu  to  all  below, 
2.  Think  O  my  fun!,  wbcie  fiiall  I  land, 


HYMN    S.  43 

In  hell,  or  heav'n  at  Chrift's  right  hand  ; 
Soon  fhall  I  (ink  in  keen  defpair  j 
Or  in  angelic  glories  (hare. 
7,    Fly  now  my  foul  while  time  doth  laft 
Into  the  ark,  the  glorious  C!  r'(l  ; 
Then  welcome  death  ;  he  can  but  come, 
1   And  call  the  mourning  pilgrim  home. 
HYMN  LXX.-Dt'/^ww.^  (and  encouraging  others)  fa 
fee  the  heavenly  Jhore. 

1.  pOME  ye  that  are  refolv'd  to  fee 
^     The  bleft  immortal  more, 

Chrift  will  our  (lrengfh,*an.d  leader  be 
Till  ev'ry  ftorm  is  o'er. 

2.  And  when  all  earthly  joys  (hall  ccafe. 
And  mortal  life  mail  fail. 

In  oceans  of  eternal  peace 
Our  happy  louls  mall  fail. 

3.  O  happy,  happy  realms  of  love, 
Where  we  with  God,  fliail  be, 

And  all  the  glorious  fcenes  above 
In  Chrift  for  you  and  me  ? 
HMMN  LXXI.— 7  be  [inner  fen  fib  le  of his  ?i:;d  efh:!p. 

1.  t\  1  am  bound  wwh  iron  chains  ! 
^     How  can  I  endure  my  pains ! 

Conference  like  a  troubled  fea  ; 
I  a  ftranger,  Lord,  to  thee. 

2.  Come  thou  (inners  friend  I  pray, 
Come  and  sake  thefe  chains  away  j 
Hills  of  £uilt,  O  God,  remove, 

O  diffolve  my  heart  v,  iih  love. 

3.  S.nce  thoudidli  for  finneis  die, 

a  wretch  fo  vile  as  I  ; 
Wafh  me  in  redeeming  blood  5 
B~  my  Saviour  and  my  God. 
4  Let  me  not  in  darknefs  rove, 
Since  thou  art  al!  light  and  love  ; 
Sii.ce  thy  boun  llefs  grace  is  free, 
Let  one  d;cp  £X'.cr,d  to  me. 


44.  H    T   M    N    S. 

LXXH.— -The  fame. 

1.  XyC/HATa  war.d'ring  wretch  am  I, 

»  *       Loft,  but  knows  not  where  to  fly  I 
Yet  they  fay  that  grace  is  free 
Offer'd  by  the  Lord  to  me. 

2.  O  it  is  my  fruhborn  will, 
Ears  me  trom  faivation  flill  ! 
Jefus  help  me  to  believe, 
dan*  my  foul  a  quick  reprieve. 

3.  O  my  foul,  go  not  to  hell, 
Since  I  may  in  glory  dwell  ; 
Jefus  for  me  fpent  his  breath, 
lias  no  pleafure  in  my  death. 

4.  0:hers  fouls  his  love  have  fclr, 
Wi.M  it  not  my  hardnefs  melt  ? 
O  that  I  might  ever  know 

Joys  that  chriftians  have  below  ! 

5.  Lord  I'll  call  myfe!f  on  thee, 
Give  thy  glorious  felf  to  roff ; 
Stay  no  longer  from  my  heart, 
Enter  in  and  never  part.  ' 

KYMN  LXXIII.—Tbe  mifery  of  faing  witfout  Ctdin  the 
world. 

1.  T  TNHAPPY  fouls  that  never  knev, 

***      The  bleft  Redeemer,  and  his  love  ; 
They  are  condensed,  and  fiarving  too, 
What  e'er  they  do,  where  e'er  they  rcve. 

2.  This  mortal  world  with  all  its  joys 
Cempar'd  with  food,  acd  joys  divine, 

Ate  all  but  (hades  and  empty    u:   , 
And  all  their  glories  foon  decline. 

3.  But  Jefus  is  a  lafting  fcaft, 

A:-.d  fnlid  joys  that  will  endure  ; 
And  thoic  that  of  <hefe  riches  tafte, 

Will  third  for  other  ftreaiDS  no  rjn 

HYMN  LXXIV.—J nnfrtfion  of living  rithut  God. 
1.    A    Guilty  ftarving  wretch  I  be, 

**     Wafting  my  days  v»  Lord  j 

No  happinefs  on  eai 


H    r   M    N    S.  4> 

Nor  can  I  find  immortal  food. 

2.  Lord  point  me  to  the  living  way, 
And  let  mc  taiieofjoys  divine  ; 

And  let  my  foul  no  longer  (hay, 
To  feed  on  liufks  among  the  fwine. 

3.  Too  long  with  tinners  I  have  trod, 
And  yet  I  thought  that  all  was  well  ; 

O  fave  me  now,  almighty  God, 
Betoremyfoul  awakes  in  hell. 
BYMNLXXV. — Not  willing  to  live  vnthout  a  real  know* 
ltdge  ef  an  inter  eft  in  Qhrijl. 

1.  T   ORD  how  unhappy  is  my  Rate, 
■-^     Not  knowing  it  in  thee  or  no  ! 

My  hopes  are  fmall,  my  fears  are  grea% 
And  thus  I  wade  through  feas  of  wo. 

2.  G  break  my  bands  then,  heav'nly  Lamb  5 
Remove  my  fears,  my  fins  forgive  ; 

O  let  ma  feel  thy  fzazd  r&rxie, 
And  know  that  thou  doth  in  rne  live, 

3.  I  long  to  find  thee  in  my  heart, 
And  feel  my  foul  from  bondage  free  ; 

O  might  I  live  (and  never  part  J 

With  thee,  O  blefiTed  God,  wiih  thee  ! 

H  Y  M  Ji    LXXVI.—No  hdfpintft  wiifotrt  drift. 
*V]  O  peace,  O  Jcfus,  but  in  thee, 
■*•  ^      For  mydiltreiTed  mind  : 
Then  O  bow  wretched  muft  I  be, 

If  I  no  Saviour  find  ! 

2.  Millions  of  years  oi  earthly  blifr, 
Is  but  an  empty  toy  ; 

And  all  created  good  will  ctafe, 
To  give  one  drop  or  joy. 

3.  But  O  I  h?ir  that  in  the  Lord 
If  all  my  foul  doth  need  ; 

Lotd  let  nve  tafie  that  living  focd, 
And  from  my  chains  be  treed. 

4.  G.ve  me  that  life,  or  I  muft  be 
In  ever!  aft  ing  pain  ; 

But  if  I  am  brought  home  to  thee. 


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In  glory  I  HiaM  reign. 
Ht  MJJl LXXVll^Defiringthsffir'U  of  Cod  to  re, 
from  death. 

1.  HpHY  ipirit,  Lord,  alone, 

■*       Can   my  poor  foul  re'eafe  ; 
O  make  thy  boundlcfs  goodnefs  known. 
And  give  my  confeience  peace. 

2.  Come,  heav'nly  Do\e;  I  pray, 
And  melt  niy  harden'd  heart  j 

O  break  thefe  lata)  bars  away* 

And  bid  ,ny  fears  depart. 
2  O  might  ihy  healing  pov/r 

Once  give  me  life  divine  ; 
Lord  haften  on  the  happy  rrour, 

When  I  ihall  know  thee  mine, 
4.  Then  in  thy  boundlcfe  grace 

I  would  forget  my  pains  5 
And  while  I  run  thechrifltan  race 

Would  join  the  heav'nlv  (bain. 
H  T  I'd  N  LXXFIIL—The  f  leafing  thought  of  being  1** 
among  the  jam  of  Cod, 

1.  C\  Can  it  ever  be, 

KJ     That  I  mall   be  h  blevr, 

To  find  myfelf  from  bondage  free^ 

And  with  God's  people  reft  ! 

2.  Chnft  is  the  joy  o!  heav'n, 
And  life  of  faints  on  earth  ; 

Lord,  fincc  this  life  is  freely  giv'n, 
Redeem  my  foul  from  deaih. 

3.  I  feel  myfelf  in  chains, 
Hot  groaning  <o  be  free; 

Yet  none  can  e*er  remove  my  pain?, 

Almighty  God,  but  thee. 
HTA1N  LXX1X. —  The  groans  and  conftjficn  of  a  eoHttttfeJ 

fiimcr, 
i»»  A  WAKE  my  foul,  #aze  and  wonder, 
^  Thai  the  Lord  io  long  doth  wait, 

To  reedeem  my  foul  from  under 
Councils  Qnsenoimoua  weight; 


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Jefus  call*  mc,  Jefus  calls  me,  Jefus  calls  snc, 

Yet  to  fly  'o  mercy's  gate. 
2   Bui  ihou  know'iValmigrwy  Saviour, 

I'm  f    blind  I  cannot  fee  ; 
Unbelici  (It!!  (lights  thy  favour, 

When  ihy  grace  is  of&r'd  tne  ; 
O  relieve  me,  <  >  relieve  rile,  O  relieve  mc, 

From  this  death  and  mjfery. 

3.  I  begin*to  Tee  my  danger, 

Tell  me,  Lord,  what  -(lull  I  do  ; 
To  thy  love  I  am  a  (Iranger, 

Whither,  whither  (hall  I  go  ? 
O  redeem  mc,  0  redeem  me^O  redeem  mo, 

Save  my  foui  from  endlefs  wo, 

4.  I  have  long  thy  gofpel  flighted, 
And  rejeiied  all  thy  pow'r ; 

When  thy  love  my  foul  invited, 

Unbeiief  hath  bai'ti  the  doer : 
Jefus  help  mc,  Jems  help  me,  Jems  help  me, 

In  this  moft  <!'tfrefTinij  hour. 
HYMN  LXXX. — Thir fling  after  a  knowledge  cfChr:ft* 

1.  4*/ HEN  (hall  I  know  my  foui  doth  itand. 
*  *       Secure  in  the  Redeemer's  hand  r* 

When  mall  I  tafte  of  joy's  divtns, 
And  know  the  Lamb  of  God  is  mine  ? 

2.  My  fleeting  hours  without  delay 
Are  hurling  my  pooF  foul  away  ; 
My  mind  is  dark,  my  fins  are  great  5 
O  wretched,  wretched,  is  mv  ftate  I 

3.  Hive  pitv,  O  !  almighty  God, 
JAnd  fpeak  but  cne  confirming  word  ; 
O  1  let  me  know,  a'x!  ler  me  fee 
My  life  is  his  wih  Chrift  in  thee, 

H  r  m  N  £XXXI.—Tbe  firmer  gnaning  to  Qodfor  hslf. 

1.  f\  When  will  Jefus  come, 

And  my  poor  foul  relieve  ? 
When  Hull  I  find  that  heav  nly  home. 
And  make  his  nan  ~\-z  ? 

2.  J  muil  ;:v  ay  to  God, 


43  H    T    M    N    S. 

And  plead  his  boundlefs  grace  ; 
O  !  let  me  leave  the  Tinner's  load, 

And  run  the  chriftian  race, 
3.  O  !  could  I  find  the  way, 

I'd  dwell  where  Jcfus  is ; 
I'd  fear  to  everlasting  day, 

And  drink  immortal  blifs. 

H    T    M    N     lxxxii. JTke  famt. 

1.  "OOWlong,  Lord,  muft  I  wade 

•*■  ■*•     Through  thefe  dark  fcenes  of  wo  ? 
O  I  be  my  Saviour,  and  my  aid, 
Let  me  thy  goodnefs  know. 

2.  Thy  bleeding  hand  alone 
Can  give  my  fpirit  peace  ; 

O  take  and  keep  me  near  thy   throne, 
Till  mortal  life  fhall  ceafe. 

3.  Then  on  the  verge  of  death, 
When  I  muft  take  my  flight, 

To  thee  I'd  yield  my  gafping  breath, 
And  leave  thefe  (hades  of  night. 

4.  Then  mourning  hours  fhall  ceafe, 
And  ftorms  of  death  be  o'er ; 

And  1  ihali  find  a  lading  peace, 

On  the  immortal   Ihorc. 

H    Y    M    N 1  xxx  r  1  r . — —  The  vamiy  of  the  wtr/rf. 
i»  "y^J  O  longer  will  1  feek  for  joys, 

^-^      Among  the  fcenes  of  time, 
Your  highefl  fummit  are  but  toys  \ 

There's  nothing  here  fublime. 

2.  In  all  my  friends  though  near  and  dear  ; 
No  comfort  can  I  find  ; 

Nor  all  th«  kingdoms  far  and  near, 
Can  fill  my  hungry  mind. 

3.  O  let  me  then  away  to  God, 
Tis  he  alone  can  feed 

My  ftarving  foul  with  heav'nly  food, 

And  that  is  ail  I   need. 
4»  Lord  Jefus  be  my  friend,  and  jcy, 

And  life,  where  e'er  I  be  j 


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Ten  tigfcfand  worlds  I'd  count  a  toy, 

If  I  could  live  wiih  thee.   - 
5.  Ah  !  could  I  clime  for  folid  blifs, 

I'd  reach  the  courts  atu» 
To  dwell  in  light  whejre  Jefus  is, 

And  folace  in  his  love. 

U  Y  MN  LXXXIV.—A  reproof  io  the  carnal. 
I.    A  WAKE,  anfe,  ye  carnal  fowls  ; 

**■      No  longer  wa(te  your  b;cath 
In  carnal  joys,  and  fenfual  bowls, 

So  near  eiernal  death, 
t.  Ye  little  think  thofc  hours  ycu  fpend  ; 

In  laughter  and  in  mirth, 
Will  bring  all  pleafures  to  an  end, 

And  clofe  in  endlefs  death. 

3.  Then  he  that  made  you  will  detetl, 
Your  nature  and  your  name  ; 

Who  might  have  been  forever  ble(f, 
With  heav'os  immortal  fame. 

4.  O  turn  ye  poor  deluded  men, 
And  feek  lor  joys  above  ; 

Why  will  ye  choofe  eternal  pain, 

Before  eternal  iove  ? 
HYMN  lkxxv — The  groans  of  an  awakenned }  finmr, 

1.  Y7  ILE  wre-ch  I  am,  where  mail  I  flee, 

*       To  hide  my  guilty  head  j 
Mv  fins  I  feel,  and  here  I  be 
In  regions  of  the  dead. 

2.  O  Jefus  hear  the  rebel  cry, 
And  fpeak  one  word  of  peace  ; 

To  thee  with  all  my  fins  1  h'y, 

And  plead  thy  boundlefs  grace. 
3   I  come  before  thy  mercy   fear, 

My  guilt  with  fhame  confefs  ; 
O  he!p  a  beggar  at  thy  feet, 

Thou  S  n  of  righ'enufnefs. 
4.  There's  none  bus  J:fu?  can  reprieve, 

With  his  almighty  pow'r  ; 
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O  help  mc,  heip  mc,  to  believe,  *» 

In  this  dillrefiing  hour. 

#  r    M    N      LXXXVI.—On  hath. 

1.  tx;  HILEihe  fwift  wiittp  ot  lime  doth  fly, 

*  Koufe  up  my  foul,  ftreich  ev'ry  thought : 
This    work!  with  all  its  joys  muft  cLe, 

And  ev'ry  mortal  fcene  in  fhort. 

2.  Soon  mu(i  I  leave  this  houje  of  clay, 
And  iriftantaneous  tskc  my  flight 

To  the  bright  rca'ms  of  endlefs  day, 
Or  down  tocverlafiing  night. 

3.  O  (era  bleued  Saviour  nigh, 
To  help  in  that  important  hour, 

To  watt  my  foul  above  the  fky, 
B/  his  almighty  arm  of  pow'r  ! 

4.  But  if  no  Chrilt  how  dark  the  day, 
When  fhudd'ririg  o'er  th*  important  brink ! 

Helpltfs  and  guilty  hurl'd  away 

In  eve*  lading  pain  to  fink* 
t;.  Lord  help  me  now  to  take  my  flight 
From  darknefs  and  the  charms  below  ; 
O  fea)  my  Lie  in  realms  of  light, 

Before  death  ftrikes  the  fatal  blow. 
6.  Then  welcome  death  to  call  me  home, 

Tohcav'nly  joys  with  Gor>  my  friend  ; 
Where  rlorms  and  fin  can  never  come, 
And  all  my  'ears  ii,    '■  have  an  end. 

H  T  M  N  LXXXVU.—An  awthneti  fiitntr. 
For  {o:r;e  hand  hat  can  relieve, 
A  foul  from  cvcijafting  pains  ! 
Or  could  I  but  in  Chrift  believe, 

To  look  me  hum   thefe  heavy  chain?. 
2.  But  O  thefe  bars  they  chsin  me  down, 

1   .  •  .  .  s  my  Kounded  bi 
Ten  I        -  round, 

A:  11  i  ne  moment's  1 :.'.. 

.  ;-.h  uobclw 
!  uft  i  n  the  biink  Fi  ; 

. 

.  next  brea;.h. 


O 


H  r  M   N  s. 

I  cry,  but's  all  in  vain, 
Nft  l^elp  nor  refuge  can  I  find  ; 

doth  remove  my  pain, 
Nor  cafe  my  poor  diftrefled   mind. 

5.  OJefus  give  my  foul   relief, 

And  bid  ihe  nge  of  hell  to  ceafe  ; 
Rein  ive  thefe  bjrs  of  unbelief, 

And  give  my  guilty  gonfeience  pence. 

6.  O  might   f  once  rejoice  in  thee, 
As  my  chief  good,  my  only  friend, 

How  blefl  in  time  my  foul  would  be  ! 
And  bfefl  when  mortal  davs  llia.ll  end. 

HYMN  LXXXV '///.— Th* fame. 

1.  T    ORD  what  a  wretched  foul  I   am, 
*^     Without  a  knowledge  of  thy  grace  ! 

A  (hanger  to  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
And  wand'ring  in  a  wildernefs. 

2.  Loaded  with  guilt  I  mourning  go, 
Trembling  with  fear  at  ev'ry  breath  ; 

0  God  redeem  my  foul  from  wo, 
Before  1  clofe  my  eyes  in  death. 

3.  O  touch  my  heart  with  love  divine, 
Subdue  my  heart,  and  turn  my  wili  ; 

Thai  I  may  rind  falvation  mine, 
And  foar  away  to  Sion's  Kill. 

4.  Let  me  once  fee  the  happy  hour, 

When  thefelhong  bars  of  death  fliali  move  ; 

1  will  rejoce.and  fing  ihy  pow'r, 
Ant.  tell  the  wonders   of  thy  love. 

H  Y  1)1  N  LXXXIX.-Or,  man's  firfi  reh 

1.  "ft^j  O  more  we'll  talk  of  Adam's  fin, 
-^      Impu:ed  to  his  Pons, 

Since  all  the  num'rous  race  have  been 
Once  active  in  liis  loins. 

2.  Once  they  were  all  in  Eden  too, 
To  ftand  or  fall  ot  choice  ; 

And  a!l  that  Adam  did  or  knew 
Was  all  his  children's  voice. 

3.  Fteely  'hey  acted  all  as  one, 


^  //  r  M  N  s. 

And  flruck  the  faial  blow  ; 
What  Adam  did  they  all   have  done,  • 

Thus  all  were  plung'd  in  wo. 

4,  One  man  an  a£lor  was  not  made, 
For  uncreated  men  ; 

But  breath  of  lives  in  him  were  laid 
The  ccuntlefs  millions  in. 

5.  O  God  forgive  th'  unhappy  crew  ; 
Repair  the  fatal  ftroke  ; 

The  fecund  Adam  can  renew, 

What  the  firft  Adam  broke. 

HYMN  XC  —7 he  awakened  fmner. 
£~\  What  a  poor  unhappy  foul, 
^        Beneath  a  gloomy  veil  ! 
My  guilt  like  ftorms  ot  fury  roll, 

And  all  my  pleafures  fail. 

2.  I  feel  my  foul  bound  down  with  chains, 
And  bars  of  unbelief  ; 

I  mourn  in  darknefsand  in  pains, 
But  cannot  find  relief. 

3.  Long  have  I  Jou^ht  a  better  frame 
To  fit  my  foul  ior  God, 

But  (till  as  vile  and  daiki  am, 
And  nothing  moves  my  load. 

4.  O  could  1  now  with  all  my  guilt, 
But  venture,  Lord,  on  thee, 

Soon  would  that  blood  for  finners    fpilf, 
Redeem,  and  fet  me  free. 

H  T  M  N  XCL—The  finner  groaning  for  help. 

1.  f\  What  a  load  of  guilt  I  reel  ! 

^     J uft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell ; 
Who  can  relieve  from  this diftrefs, 
And  bring  me  from  this  wildernefs  ? 

2.  Crea'ed  arms  are  all  in  vain 
A  dying  firmer  to  regain  ; 
Mountains  refute  to  hide  my  wo 
While  endlefs  ruin  yawns  below. 

3.  C)  mighty  God.  exend  thy  pow'r, 
'i'o  help  in  this  diftrefling  hour ; 


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Mv  fiorms  of  grief  can  never  end, 
Ur.il  I  know  thou  an  my  friend. 
4    [efu$  I\i  come  withall  my  gtiilr, 
To  the  rich  ft  ream  6  which  thou  hall  fpill  ; 
Help  me  to  venture  ori  'by  name. 
That  I  may  know  a.'.d  loife    he  Lamb. 
5.  Ogive  me  fight  that  I  may  fee 
A  friend  at  hind,  whofe  grace  is  free  ; 

0  !  ;ha:  I-did  this  Jefus  know. 
To  fave  me  f'om  eternal  we  ? 

HTMN  XCH.—The  [inner  ctnvineed  <f  his  btinjtfefs. 

1.  tpREELY  I  hear  the  S  »n  ol  Goo 

■*■       F  »  wretched  fmncrs  f.,,1,  hi»  oioud  : 
But  I  nn  Chrifl  can  feel  or  fee. 
F  >r  othei  tinner*  or  for  me. 

2.  In  midnight  darknefs  here  I  dwell, 
While  othei  fools  of  glory  tell  ; 

1  hey  fay  ih^y  feaft  on  joys  above, 
Bu»  I'm  a  (tranger  to  iheir  love. 

3  O  could  I  think  it  e'er  would  be, 
When  1  fuch  rayfteries  mould  fee  ; 
Me  hinks  it  would  expel  my  fear, 
And  dry  my  eyes  frum  ev'ry  tear. 


HYMNS    and    SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

BOOK    II. 

.j  confijiing  of  'go fyel  invitations,  and  a  free  fafoaiion* 

IIMYN    L—A  freijalvutiw  !:y  the  death  of  Chri'L 
I.  VE  fons  of  Adam  hit  your  eyes, 

Behold  how  free  the  Saviour  dies, 
-     T  jr  fools  from  he!!  ! 

There's  your  C:c:  or,  and  your  friend  ; 
m  \  oar  fears  (hail  end, 
>u  in  glory  dwell, 
noi  11  is  word  ;  his  grace  is  free  ; 
Believe  he  died  and  calls  lor  thee, 


54-  H    T    M    N    S. 

And  your  poor  fouls  (hall  l.ve  : 
Can  free  faivation  be  deny'd, 
When  jn  his  dying  groans  he  cry'd, 

"  Father  their Jins forgive" 

3.  Believe  and  leel  his  buund'efs  love  ; 
\\  foOn  will  bear  your  fuuls  abcK'j, 

To  peaceful  realms  on  high  ; 
He  fwears  as  certain  as  he  lives, 
His  hand  a  free  faivation  gives 

"  Whyftnner  will  you  die  ?" 

4.  Will  you  defpife  (he  va'.t  renown, 
And  choofe  defpair  before  a  crown  ? 

Q  have  eternal  joy  I 
Receive  a  kingdom  in  your  heart, 
Of  liieaidjoy  that  ne'er'll  depart  ; 

Nor  earth  or  hell  deftrov. 
HT1V1N  11. — Acknowledging  the  gcodnefs  of  Cod  in  a  free 

fahatiotu 
1.  ]M MORTAL  honours  to  the  King. 

*  Whodid  a  free  faivation  bring! 

Let  the  whole  world  receive  his  grace  ; 
Immortal  crowns  are  freely  giv'n  ; 
The  joys  of  heav'n,  the  joys  of  heav'n 

Is  free  for  all  the  failen  race. 
2   Let  all  the  world  faivation  know, 
E  emal  WeTtings  freely  fl  , vv , 

From  the  Redeemer's  dying  love. 
Fseelv  he  bore  the  Tinner's  weight 
His  love  fo  great,  his  love  fo  great. 

To  bring  us  to  the  realms  above, 
2    All  gloiy  to  his  name  be  giv'n, 
B^  3ll  on  ear  h,  and  all  in  heav'n, 

To  the  eternal  Prnce  of  Peace  ! 
Lei  anthems  through  the  realms  above, 
JM-f.jund  his  love,  re  found  his  h  fe, 

in  Itia-ns  divine  tha<  never  ceafc  ! 

//  Y  M  N     llL—Whcn  mtftirintjhi}. 


j,  f\  Might  our   fouls  'his  day  enjoy 
^     1  he  prefencc  of  the  Lord  ! 


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Then  would  it  be  our  fweet  employ 
To  fpread  his  grace  abroad. 

2.  Lord  Jcfuc,  let  us  find  thee  nea ', 
And  hear  thy  charming  v.  ics  ; 

Let  the  immortal  Dove  appea-\ 
And  muks  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3.  O  may  the  gofpel  feaft  be  fpread 
Tins  cby  for  ev'ry  foul  ; 

Corns  heal  the  Tick  ;  come  raife  the  dead, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

4.  O  come,  thou  heav'nly  Shepherd  come, 
To  this  (mail  flock  of  thine, 

And  call  thy  wand'ring  people  home, 
To  drink  offtream?  divine. 

5.  Expel  theftnde?,  O  God,  we  pray, 
From  ev'ry  weary  mind  ; 

And  2  frail  glimpfe  of  heav'nly  day, 
Let  ev'ry  mourner  find. 

HYMN     IV.—Thi  fame. 

1 .  C\  Come  thou  Lamb  of  God,  we  pray, 
^^     And  meet  us  with  thy  grace  ; 

Take  all  thefe  clouds  of  deaih  away, 
And  let  us  fee  thy  face. 

2.  Wuhout  thy  ligh:  we  cannot  fee 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  ; 

O  let  us  from  our  fonows  free, 
And  bear  our  minds  above. 

3.  Thy  fpiiit  with  its  heahng  flame, 
Can  all  our  woes  delhoy, 

And  the  fweet  wonders  of  thy  name 

Fill  ev'rv  heart  with  joy. 
4..  Melt  ev'ry  heart,  Joofc  ev'ry  tongue, 

By  thy  redeeming  grace, 
And  ev'ry  foul  (hall  raife  a  fong 

To  thine  e'ernal   praife. 

H  T  M  N  V. —  Ajhciety  rejoicing  in  the  p  oioer  of  Cod. 
1.  DLEsT  be  the  rame  that's  poured  fourth 

***      As  (intmrn?  to  our  wounds  ! 
ThiL  day  the  Lord  defends  to  ear.h, 


55  H    T    M    N    J. 

And  cv'ry  foe  confounds. 

2.  We've  if  nnd  n  happy  to  attend. 
The  worfhip  of  out  God  ; 

He  liken  father  and  a  friend, 
Hath  ted  us  with  his  word. 

3.  Our  fouls  h«ve  known  the  joyful  found 
And  ^ccn  the  Savioui*s  face  ; 

And  ev'ry  hungry  heart  has  found 

The  fv>eetnefs  a\  ni^  g»ace. 
4  Jefus  remembers  all  his  (a  cf.% 

And  feeds  them  wiih  his  word  ; 
He  knows  their  farrows  and  complaint, 

And  will  relief  aff,rd. 
5.  His  bowels  with  companion   yearns, 

O'er  ev'ry  mourning  foul  ; 
/: iid  when  the  trembling  fouls  return, 

He  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

H    T    M    N     Vl.-Th:  gofteica!L 
I  ,f\  Torn  ye  ptifeners  of  hope, 

^     That  let)  the  weight  of  unbelief, 
Lo,  the  ftrong  hold  can  be«r  you  up, 

A<  d  give  your  cap' ive  fouls  relief. 
2.  He  came  in  love  to  help  the  poor, 

And  pities  fmners  in  diflrtfs  j 
He  opens  wide  iheprifon  door, 

By  his  incaina-'e  righteoufnefs. 
jj.The  jubilee  trumpet  now  doth  found  5 

Go  ev'ry  foul  from  bondage  free  ; 
Bel'eve  what  other  fouls  have  found, 

Is  (  ffe»'d  now,  poor  foul,  to  thee. 

4.  Down  to  your  door  the  Saviour  came, 
And  freely  doth  his  piiy  move  ; 

E'eiuai  goudnefsis  his  name  ; 
Hic  nature  is  unbounded  io<  c. 

H    r    HI  N    VII.— A Cl/to  the  carelefu 
1.  \K/  HY  will  yedie  O  wretched  men, 

*  *        And  choofe  the  way  to  hell  ? 
Jehovah  c  fTtrs  you  a  crown, 
And  you  with  him  may  dwell. 


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t.  Turn,  turn,  unhappy  fouls,  return, 

Accept  eternal  peace, 
Why  '.viil  yoifat  the  Saviour  fpurn, 

Who  offers  you  his  grace  \ 

3.  Why  will  yon  hug  your  cruel  chain?. 
At.il  load  your  fouls  with  gft.lt  ; 

Jcfus  has  come  to  bear  your  pains, 
For  you  his  blood  was  fpilr. 

4.  Will  you  rejeel  eternal  joy, 
And  love  divine  defpifc  ; 

Or  why  will  ye  yourfelves  deftroy, 

When  Jefus  for  vou  dies  ? 
HYMN     VIII— For  tkefpreadingof  tfogo/peL 
O  ISE  O  hou  brighr  and  morning  Star 
*^      And  fpread  thy  kingdo  n  near  and  far> 

That  nations  may  ihy  name  adore  ; 
Let  millions  of  the  fallen  race, 
From  heathen  lands  ihy  love  embrace, 

To  found  ihy  tame  torevermore. 
2.  O  may  the  conquerts  ot  thy  word, 
Call  kings  and  nations  round  thy  board, 

To  feel  and  praife  thy  lovely  name  ! 
Let  ev'ry  mortal  own  their  K'ng, 
Thy  goodnefs  tafte,  and  join  to  ting 

AW  worthy,  worth)!  is  the  Lamb, 
3    Roll  on,  O  God,  the  happy  hour, 
When  all  that  will,  thill  leel  ihy  pow'r, 

And  know  thy  freedom  10  redeem  ; 
We  long  to  fee  whole  mi  tons  throng, 
And  ev'tj  land,  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

IVfoke  thine  eternal  love  their  theme. 

HYMN     IX.~The  gojpel  trumpet. 

1.  A  LL  h?\\ !  all  hail !  meihinks  I  hear 
**      The  gofpel  found  the  jubilee  year ; 

Behold  the  great  Meilhh's  come! 
He  comes  with  pity  in  his  eyes, 
And  bows,  and  groans  and  bleeds,  and  dies, 

To  bring  poor  wand'ring  rebels  home. 

2,  Roufe  all  ye  carekfs  fouls,  attend 


%i  h  r  m  n  s 

The  call  of  your  eiernal  frfenil  ; 

His  bleeding  hands are ftretch'sJ  for  you  ; 
He'll  v.i'ih  you  in  bis  precious  b'ood, 
And  briny  your  Wretched  fouls  to  God, 

II'  il  all  your  bounds  and  love  you  too. 
?.  Now  is  the  time  the  Piince  (f  Ptnce, 
From  chains  and  darknefs  gives  releafe, 

Andfets  the  guilty  pris'ners  free-; 
O  finners  hear  the  Saviour's  voice, 
Rejoice,  ye  mourning  fouls,  rejoic?, 

Come  and  believe  he  died  for  thee. 
4.  O  think  he  il'zd  that  you  may  live! 
His  lib\al  hand  free  pardons  give, 

Toev'ry  poor  returning  foul  ; 
Sinners  awake,  why  will  you  die  ? 
Fly  to  the  Weft  Redeemer,  fly, 

Before  your  moments  ceafe  to  roil. 

HYMN  X.—An  invitation  to  the  go/pel fe* ft > 
I:  f~\  Turn  ye  dying  fons  of  men, 

^^     And  bid  your  tears  adieu  ; 
The  Lamb  ot  God  endures  your  pain, 

And  bleeds  and  dies  for  you. 

2.  To  day  he  fpreads  '.he  gofpei  feafi, 
For  ev'ry  hungry  foul  ; 

G  come,  and  welcome,  come  and  tafte, 
Its  free  without  controul. 

3.  He'll  feed  you  with  immortal  bread, 
And  give  you  'living  wine  ; 

Cr.meev'ry  foul  that  would  be  fed, 
The  banquet  (hail  be  thine. 

4.  His  bowels  with  companions  yearn  ; 
And  bids  your  foul  rejoice  ; 

O  come.ihou  we!come'foul,  rciihn, 
And  make  aglo.ious  choice. 

5.  O  com?,  enjoy  e  ernal  bhfs, 
And  with  this  Jeftis  reign, 

-,  wreiched  finuer,  will  not  this 
13e  glory,  and  your  gain  ? 


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II     Y     M      N       XL— Met  forvjcr/7;:J>. 
I.  fJ  ERE  in  TRy  piefer.'cc,  O  our  God, 

■*•**     We've  met  tofeek  iby  face; 
O  !c(  ds  'eel  th'  eternal  wort], 

And  Icafl  upon  thy  grace. 

2  O  may  this  be  a  happj  hour 
Toev'ry  mourning  foul  ; 

Difplay  ihy  jove,  make  known  thy  pow'r, 
And  make  ih<  ■  d  whole. 

3  O  mov  a  fpark  o!  heav'nly  fire 
Each  ftupid  foul  ei  flame, 

And  lacrcci  love  our  tongues  infpire 

To  praife  thy  worthy  name. 
4.  Let  ev'ry  foul  me  Saviour  fee, 

And  tatte  his  love  divine  ; 
Andev'ry  heart  lor  ever  be  > 

United,  Lord,  with  shine. 

H  Y  M  N   XII. Sinners  invited  to  Ch 

1.  ClNN'ERS  bthold  the  Saviour  [lands, 

^     W'nh  pardons  in  his  bleeding  hands, 
Tocourt  you  from  the  jaws  of  hell, 
That  you  in  perfeel  blifs  may  dwell. 
1.  His  fpirii,  with  its  healing  povv'i-, 
IS  ands  knockingj  pleadmg  a*  yoor  do:f ; 
HeM  bind  me  wounds  that  fin  has  made, 
And  heal  thefick,  acd  raife  the  dead. 

3.  Oftifle.  net  the  heav'nly  voice  ; 
B.it  hear  and  in  his  name  rejoice  ; 
Attend  the  call,  hic  love  embrace, 
And  tafie  the  fweernefs  oi  his  grace, 

4.  He'll  be  your  fa'her  and  your  friend  ; 
Your  hear;  (hall  (lag,  you;  forr<  ws  end  ; 
He'll  feed  )ou  with  immortal  InVe, 
And  bring  you  to  his  court*  above. 

HYMN  XML— The  gGodr.sfs  of  God  calls  ufmfnncrs,  and 

declares  his  grace  is  free. 
I,    A    WAKE  ye  fons  of  Adam's  race, 

x^-     And  the  Reedenaei's  call  embrace  \ 
His  bowels  doth  with  pity  yearn  ; 
His  goodnefj  calls  you  to  return. 


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2.  He  keeps  you  Isom  the  pains  of  hell  ; 
And  in  his  arms  would  have  you  dwell  ; 
You  daily  live  upon  his  hand, 

While  mercv  lengthens  oul  your  fpan. 

3.  O  do  not  fight  his  grace  no  more  ; 
Nor  drive  hs  goodnefs  from  your  door  ; 
Return,  or  foon  in  hell  you'll  rue, 
Your  utier  lofsand  folly  too 

4..  Can  you  defpife  the  realms  above, 
And  trample  on  Jehovah's  love  ?    ' 
O  (urn,  ye  wretched  fjuls.from  fin, 
While  heav'n  invites,  and  cn'er  in 

HYMN  XIV. Chri/i'j  love  difpla/d  in  hi:  death, 

I.  fl>  HO  can,  or  dares  refufeto  love, 
^  *       The  bleeding  Lamb  of  God, 
That  from  the  glorious  realms  above, 

Displays  fuch  grace  abroad? 
a.  He  dies,  he  dies  and  bows  his  head, 

Upon  the  fatal  tree, 
To  raife  poor  fmncrs  from  the  dead, 

And  fet  the  pris'ners  free. 

3.  O  was  there  ever  love  like  this 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  hell ! 

Or  was  there  ever  grief  like  his  ! 
His  pain  no  tongue  can  tell. 

4.  'Wakeev'ry  foul  with  fvvect  furprife, 
And  bid  your  fears  adieu  ; 

The  mighty  Saviour  freely  dies 


For  you,  poor  fao; 
H     Y     M    f>J 


's,  for  you. 


XV.- — A  call  to  the  careUfu 

1.  A  WAKE,  unfeeling  fouls  awakr, 
•*-*Your  dang'rous  bed  oi  (loh  forfake  \ 

And  fly  to  Jefus  while  theie's  hope, 
Or  foon  in  endlefs  pair,  you'll  drop. 

2.  The  Saviour's  come,  ri is  bowels  yearn, 
And  bds  your  dying  fouls  return  ; 

H  .*  bleeds,  he  groans,  and  dies  for  you  ; 
H  '  name  and  naiure  calls  you  too. 

3.  O  think  before  you  lute  your  brc:  h, 


How  can  you  bear  eternal  de*ath  ? 
Juft  en  a  precipice  you  dwell, 
And  ail  beneath  is  death  and  hell. 
4.  Jefirs  the  Lord  yet  waits  to  give 
Eternal  life  \  O  turn  and  live  ; 
There  yet  remains  a  u>bi  car.  tell, 
Butycu  may  vet  in  glofy  dwell, 

HYMN   XVL—Tb;  call  of. the gtfpcl. 

1.  C INNEKS  arife,  you're  call'd  away, 
*^      By  )tux  eternal  friend  ; 

Come  and  receive  his  grace  to  day, 
And  all  your  fears  iha'.i  end. 

2.  The  Son  of  God  is  at  your  door, 
And  knocks  with  bleeding  hands  ; 

O  d  )  not  flight  his  grace  no  more, 
Canyon  (itch  love  withstand  ? 

3.  O  roufe,  ungrateful  mortals,  renfe, 
And  let  the  Saviour  in  ; 

O  think  the  great  Jehovah  bov/s, 
To  bear  your  load  of  fin. 

4.  Ohear  that  foul-trsnfporting  voice, 

"I  WILL  THY  SINS  FORGIVE, 

u  In  me  believh,  in  me  rejoice, 
11  And  you  with  me  shall  live ." 
H  YMN  XVII.- A  call  to  mourning  [inner s, 

1.  \V^  all  ye  wand'ring  fons  of  men, 
*•■*■     That  grieve  without  the  Son, 

Who  feel  your  danger  and  your  fin, 
And  find  yourfclves  undone  : 

2.  Forget  ycur  grief,  behold  the  Limb 
Is  come  to  bear  your  load  : 

He'll  cleanfe  your  fouls  from  guilt  and  (name, 
And  make  you  fons  of  God. 

3.  Fear  not,  fear  not,  thou  mourning  foul) 
For  Jefusis  thy  iriend  \ 

He's  come  to  make  your  fpirits  whole,  - 
And  caufe  your  gr'cf  to  end. 

4.  Though  ear;h  and  he!!  agair.ft  you  rage, 
Yet  if  you  truit  this  love, 

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6%  H    T   M    N    S. 

His  mercy  will  for  you  engage, 
Kft  word  fhall  never  move. 

HYMN  XVUL— J  free  fahathn  proclaim*. 

1.  A  LL  hail,  all  hail,  y£  fouis  thai  dwell 
**  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
Behold  your  mighty  Saviour's  come  ! 

To  (lay  he  fpreads  his  arms  abroad, 
Inviting  finoers  home  to  God  ; 

Come  mourning  louls,  wiih  Jefus  dwell. 

2.  Unbounded    goodnefs  waits  ior  you, 
To  hea'  your  wounds,  and  feed  you  ;oo  ; 

With  life  and  joys  that  are  divine  5 
Corns  every  foul  attend  the  calf, 
1  he  Lamb  of  God  invites  you  all, 

O  hear,  and  Jefus  fhal!  be  thine. 

3.  He's  bid  his  feivants  all  declare 
His  grace  is  free,  and  you  may  fhare 

r  In  joys  beyond  what  tongue  can  tell  ; 
No  longer  hug  your  unbelief, 
Believe  in  him,  and  find  relief, 

He's  come  to  fet  the  pris'ncrs  free, 
4.,  Sinners  no  more  reject  his  call, 
He's  life,  he's  peace,  he's  all  in  all  ; 

O  come  and  fhaic  his  boundlefs  love  ; 
If  once  you  knew  the  glorious  theme, 
And  drank  of  this  delightful  ftte3m, 

You'd  chocfe  your  all  in  realms  above; 
jj.O  near  the  heav'nly  charmer's  voice, 
New  is  the  lime  to  make  your  choice, 

And  reign  eternal  ages  bleft  ; 
No  longer  courdf our  earthly  blifs  ; 
There  is  no  joy  corcpar'd  with  this  ; 

O  come  ar.d  have  eternal  reft. 
5.  Why  will  you  to  deftrudiion  go  ? 
Say,  will  ycu  have  this  Chiift,  or  no  ? 

This  day  he  calls  ar.d  waits  for  you  j 
Jlc'il  lead  ycu  to  the  realms  above, 
t  d  feed  )ou  with  immortal  love, 

AnJ  give  you  joys  forever  new, 


HYMN    £  63 

//  Y  M  N  XIX. — An  a  hue:  to  a  young  convert. 
1.    A  RISE,  O  youth,  with  all  thy  foul, 

•**■     And  fpread  your  dear  Redeemer's  name  j 
Nor  ceafe  while  fleeting  moments  roll, 

To  found  his  well-delervei  fame. 
2  Go  in  the  name  oi  ChriM  your  God, 

Shake  off  the  world,  and  bear  the  crofs  ; 
jifus  will  be  thy  fure  reward  ; 

Nor  (hall  your  labours  e'er  be  loft. 

3.  He's  bought  thee  with  his  precious  blocd, 
And  wrote  thy  name  above  the  tides  ; 

He'll  be  thy  Father,  end  thy  God, 

When  funs  and  ftars  diflblves  and  dies. 

4.  Then  ev'ry  pow'r,  and  ev'ry  thought, 
May  (hout  through  all  the  realms  above  ; 

But  then  you  never  can  exhort, 

Poor  Tinners  to  vour  Saviour's  !ove. 

HYMN  XX.— A  reproof  for  the  profane  f nearer  st 

1.  JJOW  daring  is  the  wretch  profane, 

Whofe  tongue  doth  heav'n  defy, 
To  give  aloofe,  his  hellifh  rein 
In  oaths  of  blafphemy  ! 

2.  Soon  would  de(tru6tion  be  their  fa?e, 
And  ihey  among  the  dead, 

If  only  what  they  imprecate 
Should  fall  upon  their  head. 

3.  Where  will  thofe  daring  wretches  flee, 
Their  naked  fouls  to  hide  ; 

When  that  eternal  God  they  fee, 
Whom  they  fo  long  defy'd. 

4.  Spare  them,  O  God,  nor  let  them  fall 
On  the  dire  fword  ihey  draw, 

Or  foon  thofe  weighty  fins  will  gaul, 
And  lofs  forever  gnaw. 

5.  O  turn,  ye  cruel  fouls,  return, 

And  to  the  Saviour  fl/,  I 

Before  in  your  own  fins  you  burn, 
Where  pains  can  never  die. 


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H   Y  M  N    XXI.—Chrifl   dying  for  finncru. 
I.  TJOSANNA  to  the  Lamb 

*•-*      Who,  gave  his  life  fo  free  ! 
He  groan'd  beneaih  my  guilt  and  mame, 

Nail'd  to  the  painful  tree. 
1.  His  bod>'  rack'd  and  torn, 

His  foul  beneath  the  load, 
Prefs'd  like  a  cart,  ah  !  hear  him  groan, 

"Why  am  I  left  my  God  & 
3.  Yet  while  he  bleeds  and  dies, 

To  take  our  guilt  away, 
With  groans  unto  his  Father  cries, 

"  Forigve  thsm,  Lord,  I  pray. 
4..  O  break  my  rocky  heart  ! 

The  bars  of  death  remove  ! 
Adore  his  name,  and  ne'er  forget 

Such  mod  amazing  love. 

H  r  M  N  XXII. On  the  name  of  Jefui. 

1.  %JIY  foul  amaz'd  ;  fee's  the  bleft  Lamb, 
*■**-     From  his  bright  realms  above, 

Comedown  to  bear  my  guilt  and  Maine, 
And  feed  me  with  his  love  I 

2.  O  can  it  be  that  Jefus  dies 
For  filch  a  wretch  as  I  ! 

Anci  now  he'll  ratfe  me  to  the  fkies, 
Where  I  (hall  never  die. 

3.  O  tell  me,  Jefu?,  can  it  be, 
That  thou  hath  borne  my  guilt  : 

O  yes,  my  foul,  it  was  for  me 
His  precious  blood  was  fpilt, 

4.  O  Lord,  rnethinks  I  feel  thy  love, 
And  long  to  love  thee  more  ; 

Long  as  I  live  where  e'er  I  rove, 

Let  me  thy  name  adore. 
5   Let  me  be  feal'd  upon  thy  bread, 

And  ravifh'd  with  thy  name, 
And  in  the  realms  of  glory  red, 

Where  I  thai  I  praife  the  Lamb. 
6.  Far'as  1  know  my  finful  heart, 


r  M   N  s. 

I  think  I  want  no  more, 
Bound  up  with  thee  and  never  part, 

While  emllefr  \c?.rs  endure. 

H  r  M  N  XXIll-Ou  the  name  of  J  ; 
i.  TESUS  wc  love  thy  name, 

J      And  thee  we  will  ad  >re  ; 
And   w:  J  this  heav'nly  flam 

We  long  to  love  thee  w 

2.  Thy  name  is  all  our  truft  ; 
Thy  nam 2  is  fplid  peace  ; 

Thy  name  is  c .  reft, 

When  o'her  names  mallceafe. 

3.  There  raviih'd  w  ne, 
We  never  more  (hall  rove  ; 

There  found  thine  everlaiting  fame, 
And  folacc  in  thy  love, 

4.  Thy  name  mall  be  our  praife  •, 
Thy  name  (hall  be  our  j 

Thy  name  through  evei  lading  day?, 

Shall  counrlefs  throngs  emp 
HYMN  XXIV.— lh:  Prince  of  Peace  ridi 
I.  TESU.S  thy  gofpei  armoutgiid, 

J      To  fpread  abroad  thy  gracious  fame, 
Rule  in  the  chariot  of  thy  word, 

And  teach  the  dying  world  thy  name. 
2   Triumph  in  mercy  through  our  land, 

And  caufe  the  poor  dry  bones  to  move  ; 
Difplay  thy  love,  make  bare  thine  hand, 

And  teach  immorial  fouls  thy  love. 

3.  Here's  fome  immers'd  in  (hades  of  night, 
And  fome  involv'd  in  deep  di(tref> ; 

O  fend  fome  rays  of  facred  light, 
Andev'iy  mouroing  {inner  blefs. 

4.  Here's  fome  that's  deaf,  and  fame  that's  blind, 
And  fome  that's"  wounded  with  their  fins  9 

They  mourn  anti  rove  fc  :o  find, 

Yet  do  but  more  im  ir  pams. 

5.  He-ie's  fome  that  kids  their  heavy  chain, 
And  Gibers  kiiitli.^  oi  their  wo  : 

Ff 

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66  H    T    M    N    S. 

Some  captive  fouls  where  fatan  reigns, 
Some  Soil  and  knows  not  where  to  go. 

6.  Some  much  in  debt,  with  nought  to  pay, 
Condemn'd  and  into  prifon  caft, 

And  wali'wing  in  their  filth  they  lay, 
All  hopes  and  helps  but  thee  are  loft. 

7.  Here's  fome  that  mourns  a  ftupid  mind, 
And  fome  that?s  lame,  and  fome  that*o  dead  ? 

Some  fick,  and  can  no  comfort  find, 

While  others  btg  lor  crumbs  of  bread. 
P      A     U     S      E. 
3.  Come  in,  thou  great  phyfician,  come, 

Thou  that  delight'!*  to  help  the  poor; 
Get  to  ihyfelf  a  glorious  name, 

At  ihy  expence  work  ev'ry  cure. 
9. "  J  come,  faith  Jefus,  lo,  I  come, 

"  To  help  the  poor  is  my  delight  ; 
"  Love  is  my  nature,  love  my  name  5 

"  My  help  is  tree  both  day  and  night. 

10.  "'Bring  all  >our  money  now  to  me. 

"  Your  weak,  your  wounded,  bound  and  pooir^ 
*'  Rebels  and  prisoners  I  will  tree, 
"  The  word  of  all  difeafes  cure. 

11.  "  I'll  labour  at  my  own  expence, 
t(  Cancel  all  debts  and  pay  the  coft  ; 

**  And  give  my  bond  for  their  defence, 
"  That  not  one  paiient  m?.ll  be  loft. 

12.  M  I'm  bound  by  my  own  love  lobe* 
41  Phyfician  and  a  father  too  j 

if  A  (riend  to  all  eternity, 

"  What  more  can  I  popofe,  or  do  P* 

13.  Enough,  O  Lord,  and  we  adore 
Thy  wifciorn,  pry,  and  thy  love, 

Then  giv'tt  thy  felt,  we  afk  no  more 
Now  «e  may  reign  with  thee  above, 

14.  Let  all  ihe  fons  of  men  rejoice, 
And  join  to  laud  thy  precious  name  5 

Aid  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  voice 
The  ponders  of  thy  love  proclaim. 


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15.  Let  faints  and  angels  join  above. 
The  glories  of  thy  name  to  Ting, 

While  the  fweet  wonders  of  thy  love, 
Makes  all  the  heav'nly  arches  ring, 

16.  Let  all  creation  join  as  one, 
Through  endiefs  years  thy  love  proclaim, 

While  facred  echo?,  cry  Amen, 
Amen,  all  worthy  is  rhe  Lamb  ! 

HYMN  XXV.— On  the  death  •fChrifi, 

1.  C  EE  how  the  great  Meffiah  bleed?, 
^     StretchM  on  the  curfed  tree; 

And  in  his  dying  groans  he  pleads 
For  me,  my  foul,  for  me. 

2.  Haik  how  his  dying  groans  refound, 
In  cutting  pangs  of  death  ! 

The  fun,  the  rock,  and  folid  ground. 
Feels  his  expiring  breath. 

3.  Ah  !  how  he  groans  beneath  my  wo, 
Drefs'd  in  a  gore  of  blood  ! 

All  na'ure  feels  th'  enormous  blow 
Ol  an  expiring  God, 

4.  But  foon  he  conquers  death  and  hell, 
Ru'es  to  the  courts  above  ; 

Let  all  created  fyflems  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  love, 

5.  O  lovely  Jefus,  bleeding  friend*, 
Fain  would  my  fpirit  foar, 

In  fhouts  of  praife  that  never  end, 
Thy  goodnefs  to  adore. 

//  Y  M  N   XXVI. A  call  to  the  youth, 

1.  A  WAKE,  awake  O  youth,  arife, 

***     Behold  thy  triend,  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs,  and  dies, 
To  wain  you  in  his  precious  bl"od. 

2.  For  thee  he  left  the  realms  ot  light, 
And  deign'd  tocloihe  himfeli  in  clay. 

To  fuve  you  from  eternal  night. 
And  bring  you  to  eternal  day. 

3.  Long  uars  of  grief  he's  waded  through, 


6S  H    T   M    N    S. 

And  then  concludes  his  days  in  pain  ; 
And  all,  O  precious  ycuth,  for  you, 

That  you  with  him  in  heav'n  might  reign* 
4  His  dying  groans,  call?  thee  away, 

From  ail  thy  vain  amufing  charms  ; 
O  tfy,  dear  youth,  without  delay 

1  nto  his  wide-extended  arms. 

5.  How  can  you  tread  the  ways  of  death, 
When  Jefus  groans  beneath  your  fins? 

Can  you  defpife  his  praying  breath, 

And  lead  his  wounded  foul  with  pains  ? 

6.  Will  not  his  groans  your  fpirit  move, 
Nor  all  hiskindnefs  reach  your  heart? 

Will  you  defpife  fuch  bleeding  love, 
Before  you  will  with  idols  part  ? 

7.  Will  you  reject  his  boundiefs  grace, 
And  choofe  the  downward  road  to  hell  ; 

Or  join  with  that  redeemed  race, 

Who  will  w?ith  him  in  glory  dwell  ? 

8.  Fain  would  he  make  you  ever  bleft, 
And  feed  you  with  immortal  love, 

And  give  you  everlafting  reft 
In  his  e?ernal  realms  above. 

P    A    V    S    E. 

9.  Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice, 
Reject  and  fink  in  end!efs  night  ; 

Or  hear  the  waiting  Saviour's  voice, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

10.  O  mink  how  (hocking  is  the  doom, 
Of  thofe  that  choofe  the  way  to  hell  \ 

But  O  how  bleft  are  thofe  that  come 
To  ChriO,  and  in  his  glory  dwell  ! 

11.  What  are  the  greased  joys  on  earth, 
Em  empty  Giades,an(J  t reach* rous  toys  ? 

Then  beintrea  ed,  precious  youth, 

To  lea\e  them  ior  eternal  joys. 
22.  Il  you  embrace  the  Saviour's  lo\e, 

You'll  find  his  ways  ate  paths  oi  peace  5 
And  reign  in  the  iweet  realms  above, 


h  r   M  N   S.  69 

Where  fongs  of  joy  {hall  never  ceafe, 

13.  But  if  you  choofe  the  way  to  hell, 
And  mil  defpife  that  precious  name, 

Wiih  endlefs  curies  you  muft  dwell, 
C!o:h'd  with  eternal  guilt  and  (hame. 

14.  The  Saviour  vvaiis  now  at  your  door, 
Say  Tinner,  whither  will  you  go, 

To  blifs  or  pain  forever  more  ? 

Say  will  you  have  this  Chrift  or  no  ? 

HYMN  XXVll*-Wbcn  wet  for  wjhi*. 

JESUS  let  not  thy  grace  delay, 
To  meet  us  with  thy  love  \ 
Drive  interpofing  clouds  away, 
And  make  our  guilt  remove, 

2.  Come  in  v/ith  pow'r  to  ev'ry  foul, 
O  thou  immortal  Dove  ; 

Make  ev'ry  wounded  fpirit  whole, 
With   thy  redeeming  love. 

3.  We  long  to  meet  cur  God  to  dsy» 
And  tafte  thy  grace  divine, 

That  ev'ry  foul  with  joy  may  fay, 
"  My  Lord,  my  God,  is  mine." 

4.  What  do  we  here  without  thy  grace, 
O  bleffed  Lamb  of  God  ? 

'Twill  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place, 
Unlefs  we  feel  thy  word. 

5.  Here's  fome  that  parrs,  OGqd,  to  fes 
Thy  face,  and  taPic:  thy  love  ; 

O  fpeak,  and  bring  us  near  to  thee, 
And  make  our  doubts  remove. 

6.  Jcfus  infpire  each  heart  and  tongue, 
To  laud  thy  precious  name  , 

Redeeming  love  (hall  be  our  fong, 
And  we  thy  love  procla-m. 

H  T  MN XXVIII— On  the  death  ofCbriJf* 
I.  YT/ HAT  fclemn  groans  are  ihofe  I  hear, 
"       It's  like  fome  bleeding  viclim  near  j 
From  Golgotha  methinks  they  rife  ; 
Ah  !  (is  the  Saviour  bleeds  for  me  ; 


7o  H    r   M    N    3. 

For  me,  for  mc,  for  me,  for  me, 

He  bows  his  head  and  groans  and  dies. 

1.  Angels,  bchokl  your  maker  God, 

Naii'd  to  the  tree  now  drefs'd  in  blood, 
That  he  might  fpread  his  boundlefs  grace  : 

Adam  with  all  your  fons  behold, 

Behold,  behold,  behold,  behold, 
The  Saviour  of  your  guilty  race. 

3.  All  drefs'd  in  purple  gore  he  hangs, 
In  agonies,  and  dying  pangs  ; 

And  praying  gafps  th'  expiring  breath  ; 
Freely  the  preat  Median  dies. 
Hedges,  he  dies,  he  dies,  he  dies, 

To  fave  immoral  fouls  from  death. 

4.  Think,  O  my  fool,  how  can  it  be, 
The  king  of  glory  bleeds  for  thee  1 

Behold,  behold  thy  Jefus  die  ! 
How  gfeat  thy  goodnels,  O  my  God  ! 
My  God,  my  God,  my  God,  my  God, 

To  bleed  for  fuch  a  wretch  as  1  ! 

HYMN  XXIX.— Met/or  to  hear  th  gzfpd, 

1.  TE^US  with  thy  gofpel  fword, 
J     In  the  chariot  or  thy  word, 

Ride  thy  boundlefs  grace  to  fpread  ; 
Heal  the  ilek,  and  ra;fe  the  dead. 

2.  We  have  come  to  feek  thy  love ; 
Without  thee  we  cannot  move  5 
Lord,  we  cannot  be  deny'd, 
Come,  and  we  fhall  be  fuppfy'd. 

3.  Heav'nly  King  our  foes  defiroy, 
Turn  our  griei  to  fscred  joy  ; 
IVlake  our  guilt  and  death  remove^ 
Fill  us  with  redeeming  love, 

4    We  can  never  happy  be, 
Till  thy  bleiTed  face  we  fee  ; 
Wefliallfimlnofolidreft, 
Till  we  lean  upon  thy  breaft. 

5.  Lovely  Jefus  let  us  be, 

Heart  and  ioul, bound  up  in  thee; 


H  T   M    N    S.  7i 

Then  with  joy  we  will  proclaim, 
Wonhv,  worthy,  is  the  Lumb. 

HYMN  XXX.— -Giving  CUfaid  to  his  heralds, 
i.  (~^0  forth  ye  herald*  oi  « he  Lord, 

^-*     Your  Matter's  worthy  name  to  fpread  \ 
Gifd  on  the  armour  oi  his  word, 

To  heal  ihe  Tick,  3nd  raife  the  dead. 
2    Go  tell  the  world,  'hat  Jefus  reigns; 

Let  Jt  w  and  Genti!e  nations  know 
The  Saviour's  come,  and  teach  the  ftiains 

That  angels  fing  to  worms  below. 

3.  Defy  the  frowns  of  earth  and  heli, 
Difdam'.ng  all  created  bhfs  ; 

Y.  ur  portion  doth  in  Jefus  dwell. 
And  you  by  folemn  vows  are  his. 

4.  Lean  on  your  MaHer  as  you  go ; 
Your  heart,  and  tongue,  and  life  engage, 

Nothing  but  Jefus  Chrift  to  know. 
Long  as  you  tread  this  mortal  if  age, 

5.  The  great  Jehovah  is  your  friend, 
And  bound  to  lead  you  on  your  way, 

Till  all  your  labours  here  mall  end, 
Then  bring  you  to  eternal  day. 

6.  May  thoufands  by  ycur  faithful  hands, 
Be  led  to  that  immortal  fhore  ; 

PolTefs  with  you  the  promife'd  lands, 

Where  ftorms  of  death  (hill  beat  no  more, 

7.  A  glorious  crown  you  then  fhall  wear, 
With  heralds  on  the  biifsful  plains  ; 

And  we  with  you  in  ^.lory  fhare, 

Amen,  amen,  our  Jefus  reigns  I 

HYMN  XX XL The  waters  troubled. 

I.  JESUS  the  Lord  is  paiiingby 

J  Gird  with  his  fwotd  upon  his  thigh; 
Doth  like  a  prince  in  grandeur  tread. 
His  fwerd  a  flame,  his  garments  red. 
2."  I  die,  the  mighty  Saviour  cries, 
"  A  willing  and  lull  facrihxe  ; 
"  Behold  theblocdmy  vefler  Mains, 


72  HYMNS, 

"  Tokens  oflove  from  all  my  veins. 

3.  '*  With  joy  I  came  from  realms  above, 
•'  To  teach  the  world  redeeming  love  : 

"  And  freelv  groan'd  upon  me  tree, 
"  To  fet  the  worft  ot  rebels  free. 

4.  "  And  now  behold  I'm  palling  by, 
"  My  grace  is  free,  my  pow'r  is  nigh  ; 
"  I  ever  was,  and  (fill  the  fame, 

"  My  nature  love,  and  love  my  name. 

5.  u  Now  gather  ail  ycur  needy  race, 

"  And  point  them  to  my  courts  of  grace, 
*'  Tell  them  it  is  my  foul's  delight, 
"  To  fsve  them  from  eternal  night. 

6.  "They  (hall  Hud  help  that  come  to  me, 
"  The  deaf  fhall  hear,  the  blind  (hall  fee, 

"  The  lame  (hall  leap,  the  dead  (hall  raife, 
(i  And  ftghs  and  groans  be  turn'd  to  praife. 

7.  "  Your  greateft  foes  I  will  defiroy, 
"  And  flaves  releas*d  (hall  leap  rorjjoy  ; 

**  Poor  fouls  that  long  were  bo\md  in  chain?, 
"  Shall  rife  and  fing  immortal  drains, 

8.  "  My  name  it  is  the  Prince  ot  Peace, 
"  I  love  to  make  all  forrow  ceafe  ; 

"  I  love  to  do  the  fmners  good, 
"  And -warn  the  guihy  in  my  blood." 
HYMN  XXXII.— Thanh  for    earthly  ble flings,   and  im- 
proving them  i7i  the  caufe  of  Chrift, 
jOOME  pilgrims  let  us  praife  the  hand 
^That  leads  us  through  this  barren  land  ; 
The  ftrength  he  gives  our  earthly  frame, 
'Muft  all  be  fpent  to  fpread  his  name, 
a  Our  ear-hly  bleflings  we'll  improve, 
And  heart,  and  tongue,  to  fpread  his  love  : 
And  while  we  tread  this  mortal  read, 
He'll  (lill  go  on  to  do  us  good. 
3.  Then  when  we  quit  this  mortal  more, 
And  we  (hill  want  the  ea'rth  no  more, 
He'll  bring  us  all  around  his  board, 
To  feaft  upon  eternal  iood. 


H  r  M  N  s. 

4.  O  then  ten  tboufand  thanks  fhall  raife, 
Where  glory  fhines  in  perfect  blaze  j 
To  him  that  gave  his  life  fo  free, 
For  you,  O  pilgrim*,  and  for  me. 

//  Y  MN  XXXII!. The  pilgrims  rejoicing. 

I   /^OME  pilgrims  liifyour joyful  (trains 
^*     Remember  your  Redeemer  reigns  ? 
He  has  defcended  from  above, 
And  fed  us  with  immoria!  love. 

2.  Our  mourning  fouls  have  feen  his  face, 
And  felt  the  pow'r  of  gofpel  grace  ; 

He  is  our  friend,  and  always  nigh 
To  raife  our  fouls  with  joys  on  high. 

3.  Let  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
With  joy  unite  the  heavn'ly  fong  ; 
Praife  him  whofpiit  his  blood  fofree, 
And  gave  his  life  for  you  and  me. 

4..  'Twas  freely  he  fuftain'd  our  lofsf 
And  nail'd  our  forrows  to  hiscrofs; 
And  groan'd  and  died  beneath  our  load, 
To  give  our  fouls  a  life  with  God. 
5.  O  let  us  mount  to  realms  above, 
And  fing  the  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
Let  ev'ry  foul  unite  as  one, 
To    fhout  his  praife  with  loud  Amen. 

HYMN  XXXIV.— For  a  revival  of  religion. 

1.  f~\  Jefus  come,  thy  kingdom  fpread, 

^     Through  thefe  dark  regions  of  the  dead  ; 
Caufe  fenfelefs  fouls  to  hear  thy  voice, 
And  in  thy  boundlefs  love  rejoice. 

2.  O  caufe  the  triumphs  of  our  King, 
Through  all  our  villages  to  ring  ; 

And  with  delight  we'll  fpread  thy  name, 
Long  as  we  feel  the  heav'nly'ftame, 

3.  Poor  fouls  long  bound  in  iron  chains  ; 
Shall  hear  the  echo  of  our  drains  ; 

And  then  we'll  point  them  to  our  God, 
On  Calvary  all  drefs'd  in  blood. 


J4-  H    T   M    N    S. 

4.  And  may  the  heathen  nations  know, 

Thechrimans  have  a  beav'n  below  ; 

And  monarehs  bow  and  join  to  ling, 

Tla:  Jefns  is  the  only  king  i 

HYMN  XXXV.— At  a  marriage,  when  there  is  no  car* 

nal  ?nirth. 
\A  A Y  Jefus  blefs  the  mutual  band?, 
•*  And  heav'nly  wifdom  bind  your  hands  j 

By  love  divine  made  one  in  heart, 
Till  death  all  mortal  ties  (hall  part. 

2.  Then  to  the  realms  of  perrecl  lighf, 
May  you  both  take  your  joyful  flight  ; 
Find  Cbrift  jcm  hufband  and  your  friend. 
When  eanhly  friends  and  lovers  end. 

3.  There  one  you'll  be  with  Chrilt  in  heav'n  ; 
None  marry'd  there  ;  nor  man'agegiv'n  ; 
But  like  the  angels  ot  the  Lord, 

To  feaft  around  his  heav'nly  beard. 

4.  Then  fhall  our  joys  be  all  divine, 
The  waters  all  turn'd  into  wine  : 
And  each  be  found  a  welcome  gueft, 
To  join  the  everlafting  feaft. 

HYMN     XXXVL—Aprize  to  be  obtained. 

1.  1   ORD  help  me  fo  to  run  the  race, 
*-*     1  hat  I  may  once  obtain 

A  crown  among  the  heirs  ot  giace, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rc-ign. 

2.  O  may  I  now  by  fai'h  arife, 
And  find  my  fins  torgi/n  ; 

That  I  at  laft  may  (hare  a  prize, 
In  all  the  joys  ol  heav'n. 

3.  There  let  me  once  behold  thy  face, 
O  hoi',  my  only  friend  ; 

Ar:d  (hout  thy  love,  and  (hare  'hy  grace, 
Where  fongs  {hall  never  end. 

4.  High  wafteu  in  the  realms  cf  lighf, 
Beyond  all  (enfe  ol  pain  ; 

Jeius  ihail  be  my  whole  delight, 
And  I  wjthjhim  (hall  reign. 


H   T   M   N   S.  75 

HYMN  xxxvii,— Chrift  inviting  [inner i  to  his  grace. 
A  MAZING  fight,  i he  Saviour  [lands, 
•**•     And  knocks  at  every  door  ; 
Ten  thoiifand  bieflings  in  his  hands, 
For  to  fupply  the  poor. 

2.  "  Behold,  faun  he,  I  bleed  and  die, 
u  To  bring  poor  fouls  to  reft  ; 

M  Hear,  Tinners,  while  I'm  palling  by, 
"  And  be  forever  bleft. 

3.  ■«  Will  vou  defpife  fueh  bleeding  love, 
M  And  choofe  the  way  to  hell  ; 

"  Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
"  With  me  forever  dwell  ? 

4.  "  Not  to  condemn  your  finking  race, 
"  Have  I  in  judgment  come  : 

41  Bui   to  difplay  unbounded  grace, 

"  And  bring  loft  Tinners  home. 
5    u  May  I  not  Tave  your  wretched  foul, 

M  From  lin,  from  death,  and  hell  ; 
"Wounded  or  Tick,  I'll  make  you  whole, 

"   And  you  with  me  fhall  dwell. 

6.  V  Say,  will  you  hear  my.  gracious  voice, 
M  And  have  your  Tins  forgiv'n  r 

u  Or  will  you  make  a  wretched  choice, 
u  And  bar  yourTelves  from  heav'n  ? 

7.  n  Will  you  go  down  to  endlefs  nigh?7 
"  And  bear  eternal  pain  ? 

"  Or  dwell  in  everlafting  light, 
Where  I  in  glory  reign  ? 

8.  "  Come  anfwer  now  before  I  go, 
"  While  I  am  pafling  by  ; 

"  Say,  will  you  marry  me,  or  no  I 

"  Say,  wdl  vou  live,  or  die  V 
HYMN   xxxvi  11. — The  mourning  foul anfwered by  Chrift, 

1.  VX/HERE,  faith  the  mourner,  is  il.is  Chrilt, 

v       That  calls  the  hungry  to  a  feaft  r 
Where  is  that  grace  proclaim'd  fo  free  ? 
Siy,  herald,  point  the  way  to  me. 

2.  If,  as  you  fay,  he  fpilt  his  blood, 


76  HYMN    & 

To  bring  immortal  fouls  (o  God  ; 

Then  tell  me,  tell  me,  where  I'll  go, 

To  find  if  this  be  true,  or  no  ? 

3    ««  Wei),  faith  the  Saviour,  here  I  be  \ 

**  VVhere  is  the  foul  inquires  for  me  } 

"  I  by  my  fpirit  now  declare, 

"  My  grace  is  free,  and  you  may  fliare." 

4.  O  faith  the  foul,  I  wou'd  receive  ; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  believe  ; 
Since  thou  dechu'dft  thy  grace  is  free, 
O  give  one  precious  drop  to  me. 

5.  "  I  wait,  faith  Jefus,  at  your  door, 

"  With  love  that  knows  no  bound  nor  fhore  j 
11  And  far  more  free  I  am  to  give, 
"  Than  you  are  willing  to  receive. 

6.  "  Freely  I  die,  I  mourn,  I  bleed, 

"  I  weep,  I  wait,  promife  and  plead  ; 
"  Lab'ring  for  you  all  drefs'd  in  gore, 
"  What  can  I  do  or  offer  more  ? 

7.  "Say,  will  you  now  my  love  abufe* 
"  And  all  the  joys  of  heav'n  refufe  I 

u  Muft  I  leave  you  ?  muft  I  ge  2 
"  Will  you  choofe  eternal  wo  ? 

8.  "O  be  befeech'd  to  hear  my  voice, 
"  And  make  eternal  li'eyour  choice  ; 
"  Say,  will  you  choofe  to  fink  in  hell  f* 
"Or  elfe  with  me  in  glory  dwell  ? 

HTMN  xxxix. Gkotfing  ntthing  but  Chriftu 

I.  T  CHOOSE  the  Lord  for  all  my  joy  ; 
•*■     His  praife  I  count  my  beft  employ  \ 
His  name  my  conftant  theme  fhall  be  ; 
Lord  I  would  follow  none  but  thee, 
a.  Without  my  Lord  I  cannot  reft  ; 
There's  none  but  he  can  make  me  bleft  ^ 
In  him  I  find  a  folid  peace, 
And  in  him  all  my  joys  increafe. 
3.  O  let  me  never,  never  part, 
From  him  the  pleafure  of  my  heart  > 
Dear  Jefus,  keep  me  always  near, 


H  T  M   N  s. 

Till  I  wiih  thee  in  heav'n  appear. 
4..   O  may  I  once  at  thy  right  hand, 
Rejoice  with  all  the  glorious  band  ; 
The  unveil'd  glories^hen  I'll  fee, 
Of  him  that  gave  his  lite  for  me. 
5.   Tranfporting  fceaes  !  ah,  glorious  fight ! 
Shall  wrap  my  fool  in  fweei  delight  ; 
And  each  immoral  pow'r  of  mine. 
Shall  in  exal  ed  prafes  join. 

H  T  M  N   XL . A  call  to  finnet  s, 

I.   OlNNERSarife,  the  Saviour's  come, 

O     And  bleeds  for  wretched  fouls  like  you  j 
His  mercy  calls  the  rebels  home, 

Forgives  their  iins  and  loves  ihem  too. 
1.   Come  to  the  feaft  without  delay, 

Before  the  gcfpel  call  is  o'er  : 
Embrace  the  blelfed  Lord  to  day, 

Left  he  ihculd  go,  and  call  no  more\ 

3.  Ten  thoufand  fouls  havecnter'd  in, 
And  found  a  feaft  of  love  divine  ; 

Come  ihen,  poor  fouls,  with  ail  your  fin, 
And  ?he  Redeemer  will  be  thine. 

4.  Thufe  happy  fouls  that's  gone  before. 
Were  once  in  fin  as  vile  as  you  \ 

O  doubt  die  Saviour's  love  no  more, 
But  come  and  tafle  his  goodnefs  too. 

H  Y  M  N  XLL—For  the  Spreading  cfih;  ge$el 

1.  T    OCK  on  the  finking  world,  O  God, 
*"-*     And  make  thy  goodnek  known  } 

Let  finners  feel  thy  gofpel  fword, 
And  bow  before  thy  throne. 

2.  O  fend  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  fpread  die  gofpel  feaft  ; 

And  let  the  farthest  coiners  hear 
Of  thy  redeeming  grace. 

3.  Why  fhouid  poor  dying  fouls  be  lo3> 
And  plunge  in  endfefs  death, 

Since  jefus  ior  diem  00  die  cicfs 
Gg 


7S  HYMNS. 

Gave  his  expiring  breath  ? 
4.  Since  boundlefs  love  hath.  ftoop'd  fo  Iowp 

And  (till  remains  the  fame, 
O  let  poor  ftarvtng  finners  know, 

The  gcodnefs  of  thv  name. 

H     Y    M'  N     XLIL—The  fams. 
T    ONGhas  the  world  indarknefs  dwelt, 
•**^     Though  the  incarnate  God 
His  precious  blood  has  freely  fpilt. 

To  fpiead  bis  light  abroad, 
O  fhake  them,  mighty  Jefus,  now, 

By  .hy  redeeming  word, 
That  wretched  fouls  to  thee  may  bow. 

And  own  their  bleeding  Lord. 

3.  O  fend  ten  thoufaod  to  proclaim 
Thy  gofpel  far  and  near, 

That  heathen  lands  may  know  thy  name? 
And  ev'ry  nation  hear. 

4.  Pity  the  fouls,  O  God,  that  he 
Wiihout  the  gofpel  light, 

And  fend  them  life  before- they  die 
And  (ink  in  endlefs  night. 

5.  Since  thy  great  love  no  limits  know* 
Nor  thy  tree  grace  abound, 

0  let  thy  blefled  gofpel  go, 
And  finners  hear  the  found. 

HYMN  XL  11 1.— For  the  morning* 
i./~\How  kind  the  heav'nlypow'rs 

^^     Guarded  my  unguarded  hours  ! 
Through  the  dangers  of'ihe  night 
l*e(\  me  to  the  morning  light. 
2.  Now  try  foul  awake  wi>h  joy, 
Make  his  pra'fe  thy  whole  employ  ; 
All  »hy  iuture  moments  fpend 
To  adore  thy  heav'ly  Iriend. 
3   Wl  en  this  lite  is  cold  in  death? 

1  v\i  h  angels  (hall  break  forth 
In  my  bleft  Redeemer's  praife, 
Morning  icn-gs,  (eraphic  lays. 


H  T  M  N   s.  79, 

HYMN  XL IV. —Free  grace,  the  gtfpel  tall,  and  falvation 
by  faith. 

1.  RATIONS  attend, let  ev'ry  mortal  hear, 

*^     The  gofpel  trumpet  founds  the  jubile  year  5 
The  Saviour's  death  declares  unbounded  grace 
To   ev'ry  foul  ot  Adam's  guilty  race  ; 
Sinners  behold  your  friend  and  Saviour  bleeding, 
Fly  to  his  arms  while  he  is  interceding. 

2.  No  more  attempt  to  cleanfe  the  guilty  foul, 
Or  work  to  make  your  wounded  fpirits  whole 
But  hear,  and  let  the  waiting  Saviour  inr 

His  rifing  pow'r  will  cleanfe  from  all  your  fins  5 
Fiy,  mortals,  fly,  fly  ev'ry  town  and  nation, 
While  the  Redeemer  (lands  with-  free  falvation. 

3.  •'  I  w^nf  not  works,  faith  he,  to  make  you  whole^, 
"  I  came  to  fave  the  vile  poluted  (oul  ; 

*'  My  grace  is  free,  I  am  the  mighty  God, 
"  My  arms  ofTove  for  you  is  ftretch'd  abroad  $ 
Sinners  behold  the  great  incarnate  Saviour, 
And  fly  for  refuge  to  his  lafting  favour. 

4.  Behold,  behold  his  wounded  hands  and  fide, 
And  then  believe  it  was  for  you  he  died  ; 

He  watts  in  love  the  llnners  to  receive, 
And  will  you  not  his  dying  groans  believe  ; 
He  waits  and  calls,  O  finners  hear  him  pleading, 
And  then  believe  lor  you  the  Lamb  is  bleeding. 

5.  "  How  long,  faiih  he,  will  you  my  love  abufe  \ 
MHow  long  will  you  my  boundlefs  grace  rciufe  ; 

*•  How  long,  poor  finners,  will  you  (hut  the  door  i 
"  Or  mult  I  leave,  and  call  on  you  no  more  ? 
*•  Say,  wretched  mortal  muft  my  love  be  flighted  \ 
li  Or  will  you  come  to  God  while  now  invited  f* 

6.  "  Behold,  behold  I  am  the  finners  friend  ; 

"  Believe  my  word  and  all  your  griefs  (hall  end  ^ 

"  Or  lack  you  faiih,  'tis  faith  I  freely  give  J 

"  Look  up  to  me,  poor  dying  foul,  and  live, 

"  The  great  Jehovah  offers  you  a  kingdom  ; 

M  Come  ev'ry  foul,  come  as  you  are,  and  welcome. 

7.  "  Your  heart  is  haid,  my  love  can  melt  away 


So  H    T   M    N    S. 

u  Both  rocks  and  hills  ;  why  will  you  longer  (lay  ? 

••  Once  more  I  afk,  poor  foul  I'm  loath  to  go, 

H  Say,  dying  Tinner,  will  you  live,  or  no  ? 

"  Your  fins  tho'  great  they  (hall  be  all  forgiv'n, 

"  And  you  fhall  live  and  reign  wiih  me  in  heav'n. 

8   "  With  all  my  countlefs  holts  in  realms  above, 

*'  Your  fouls  fhall  fha^e  in  everlalling  love  ; 

*'  I'll  be  your  iaihef  and  your  pun  ion  too  ; 

V  And  you  fhall  fwim  in  joys  forever  new  ; 

"  Say  now,  poor  fouls,  why  are  you  unbelieving  ? 

11  Or  what,  fay  what,  doth  keep  you  from  receiving  ? 

9.  "  I'll  conquer  death  aod  hell  beneath  your  feer, 
at  Behold  my  great  falvation  is  complete  ; 

14  I've  drank  yout  binercup, and  bore  your  load 
"  Of  fin  and  dea;h,  to  bring  you  home  toGo^  ; 
w  I'll  change  your  heart,  and  take  away  your   b'.tadacfs  :- 

10.  "  Eternal  riches  fhall  to  you  be  giv'n, 

"  And  a  blert  manfion  in  the  feais  of  heav'n  ; 
"  Unbounded  glory  I  will  freely  give, 
M  It  thcu  wiji  but  confent  with  me  to  live  ; 
"Say  wretched  finner,  will  you  have  a  kingdom, 
u  Now  is  the  time^ronfenf,  and  ccme  and  welcome." 
H  Y  M  N^LV. On   ths  death  ofChriJi. 

1.  TDEHOLD  the  friend  of  finners  dies, 
•"-'Wiih  love  and  pity  in  his  eye?, 
To  fave  a  guilty  world  from  death  ! 

O  finners  here  his  dying  groan, 
Ycur  load  of  fin  he  bears  alone, 

An.d  yields  for  you  his  life  and  breath, 

2.  Down  to  the  grave  amongft  1  he  dead, 
Behold  he  bows  his  glorious  head  ; 

All  earth  and  hell  againft  him  too  5 
For  rebel  men  he  pr3ys,  he  cries  ; 
All  'his,  O  wie-ched  fouls,  for  you. 

3.  And  now  with  mighty  pow'r  to  fave. 
Behold  he  triumphs  o'er  the  grave  ; 

Tocor.qucr  death  and  fave  from  hell  ; 
And  ftillhedoih  wiih  finners  plead, 
His  fp'uit  with  them  intercede, 


HYMNS.  81 

Iutrcating  them  in  heav'n  to  dviell. 
4..  Now  they  may  dwell  upon  his  bread  , 
Dwell  in  his  love  forever  bled  ; 

O  {inners  bow  and  love  his  name  ; 
Come  now  and  tafte  his  dying  love, 
And  ever  live  in  realms  above, 

To  love  and  praife  me  fl.\ughter\l  Lamb. 

HYMN    XLVL—A  gofpel  cad  to  [inner  t, 

1.  r\  Hafie  away,  ten  thoufand  fouls, 

^     With  all  your  guilt,  with  all  your  grief* 
To  Jefus  whofe  companion  rolls 
For  you,  and  comes  for  your  relief. 

2.  Jefus  your  friend,  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Rides  triumph  over  death  and  hell  \ 

And  now  extends  his  arms  of  love, 
Inviting  you  with  him  to  dwell. 

3.  To  day  he  calls  the  hungry  round, 
And  fpreads  a  feaft  before  their  eyes  ; 

With  healing  balm  tor  ev'ry  wound. 

And  life  divine  that  never  dies. 
4. "  Come  now  faith  he,  with  all  your  wants 

"  Behold  I  have  a  large  fupply  ; 
"  The  foul  that  for  falvation  pants, 

"  May  freely  drink  apd  never  die. 
5.  "  I  love  to  give  the  weary  reft, 

"  And  feed  the  poor  with  living  bread ; 
"  Tell  ev'ry  foul  that  would  be  bled, 

"  The  Saviour  loves  to  do  them  good." 

HYMN  XLVU.—The  heavenly  ftlgrh*K 

1.  TfELLOW  pilgrims  let  us  join 

■*■       Heart  and  voice  in  fongs  divine  5 
Our  beloved  pafies  by, 
Calls  aloud  ior  you  and  I. 

2.  Like  the  warriors  let  us  rife, 
Carnal  pleafures  we  defpife  ; 

S  orms  and  frowns  we  will  defy, 
With  our  Matter  live  and  die, 

3.  Earthly  triends  we  bid  adieu, 
unlefs  they  will  be  pilgrims  too  j 


8a  H    r  M    N    S. 

We  mud  not  our  Jefus  leave, 
For  the  reared  earthly  love. 
4.  Jefus  is  our  only  friend, 
He  alone  makes  forrows  end  ; 
He  will  give  us  lading  peace, 
W:  ea  all  other  friends  (hall  ceafe. 
5-  Soon  we  (hall  his  love  enjoy, 
Where  no  trials  can  annoy  ;  v 

O  the  joy! nl  Tweet s  abuve  1 
Ev'rv  joy  is  fill'd  with  love. 

6.  Think,  O  pilgrims,  can  it  be, 
This  is  all  for  you  and  me  ! 
Have  we  found  our  (ins  forgiv'n  ? 
Is  our  treafure  noa?  in  heav'n  r* 

7.  Ah  1  we've  found  redeeming  grace  § 
We  will  run  the  chriftian  race  ; 
Till  with  (homing  we  (hall  rife, 
With  our  Jefus  to  the  Ikies. 

8  O  with  what  delight  we'll  fee, 
Htm  that  died  for  you,  and  me  \ 
This  (hall  be  our  joyful  theme, 
Amen,  worthy  is  the  Lamb  I 

HYMN  XLVIU.—Free  grace pncUimed. 

1.  pO  vlE  trembling  fouls  forget  your  fear, 
^J     For  your  eternal  friend  is  near  ; 

O  bow  your  fouls  before  his  tacc 
And  (hire  in  his  redeeming  grace. 

2.  Longtime  he's  call'd  your  fouls  in  vain, 
A  ad  yet,  behold,  he  calls  again  ; 

Once  more  in  love  he's  come  to  try, 
Say,  tinners,  will  you  live,  or  die  ? 

3.  Though  lon^  you  have  his  grace  abub*d> 
And  all  his  call  of  love  refus'd  ; 

Yet  even  now  he  will  forgive, 
O  (inner  !  hear  his  voice  and  live. 

4.  Or  will  you  crowd  him  from  your  door, 
That  he  may  never  call  no  more  r* 
Then  think,  O  fouls,  how  can  you  bear, 
To  fmk  in  death  and  long  defpair. 


N   T   M    N   S.  83 

5.  O  finners  hear,  he  calls  again* 

And  do  not  linger  on  the  f>lain  ; 

Lea*  e  all  and  fly  lojefus  arms, 

And  a^le,  O  ;a!le,  his  heav'nly  charm?. 

UXMNXLIX—ThenameofChr'tft  worthy   to  be  fpread* 

1.  L>  OUbEail  ye  faiots  ol  God. 
*-*•      And  'ell  'he  world  his  love  ; 

Nor  ceafe  to  fund  his  name  abroad, 
T'!l  ■  00  avake  above. 

2.  Sweet  -s  the  Saviour's  name, 
To  ail  i1ar.  ever  talfe  ; 

His  love  will  mourning  fouls  inflame* 
His  mercj  is  a  feaft. 

3.  No  monal  «on^uecan  tell. 
How  fweet  his  graces  be, 

Bot  thofe  that  in  his  bofom  dwell, 
Who  often  tafte  and  fee. 

4.  O  »hat  poor  finners  knew, 
The  fweet nefs  of  his  name ! 

They  would  become  the  foll'wers  too, 
Ol  this  defpifed  Lamb. 

5.  And  is  » his Jefus  mine! 
Have  I  e'er  known  his  love ! 

Then  Jet  me  live  on  themes  divine, 
Till  I  (hall  foar  above. 

HTMN  L. Far  the  f presiding  0}  the  gofpcl. 

1.  C\  Spread  thy  faving  name  abroad, 
^     Thou  blefled  Prince  of  Peace  ; 

Bring  dying  finners  home  to  God, 
And  make  their  forrows  ceafe. 

2.  Since  thy  compaflion  ftill  doih  yearn, 
O'er  wretcheu  men  fo  free, 

Help  them, O  Jefus,  to  return, 
And  find  their  help  in  ihee. 

3.  O  let  them  tafte  the  Saviour's  love, 
And  drink  immortal  joy  ; 

Let  ftarving  fouls  no  longer  rove 
To  feek  an  empty  toy. 

4.  O  let  thy  blefled  <j?ofpe!  run 
Through  all  thefe  fhades  of  night, 


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Let  fouls  in  darkncfs  feel  i he  fun 

That  brings  immortal  light. 
5.  Then  in  ihe  beams  of  grace  divine 

Their  chearful  fou^s  will  fing  ; 

Ten  tboufand  praifes  fhall  be  thine, 

O  thou  immortal  King  ! 
HYMN  LI. — The  Jlrchg  perfuafions  of  free  grace. 
I,   C\  Sinners  fly  to  Jefus5  arms, 

^     Enjoy  his  everlaftmg  charms  ; 
He  calls  you  to  a  heav'nly  feaft, 
O  come,  poor  flarving  fouls,  and  tafte. 
5t.  Say,  will  you  be  forever  bleft, 
And  with  this  heav'nly  Jefus  reft  ? 
He'i!  fave  you  from  all  fin  and  pain, 
And  you  (hall  in  full  glory  reign. 
3.  Say  now,  poor  foul,  what  will  you  do  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  thisChriir,or  no? 
Make  now  the  choice,  and  halt  no  more, 
For  Chrift  is  waiting  at  your  door. 
4..  He  waits,  he  woos,  he's  loath  to  leave, 
And  will  you  not  his  word  believe  ? 
Why,  will  you  let  this  Jefus  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Chriff,  or  no  ? 
5.  Once  more  I'll  afk  you  in  his  name, 
(I  know  his  love  isftill  the  fame) 
Will  you  be  fav'd  from  endlefs  wo  ? 
Say,  will  vou  have  this  Chrift,  or  no  ? 

H  Y.M  N  LIL—When  met  fir  wor/hif* 

1.  (~*  LAD  news  to  men,  the  Prince  of  Peace 
^-^     Has  in  his  triumphs  rofe  / 

From  death  and  hell  he  takes  releafe, 
And  tramples  on  his  foes. 

2.  Lord  may  thy  faints  this  day  likewife, 
Some  heav'nly  llrength  attain  ; 

From  earthly  clogs,  and  darknefs  rife, 
And  fome  new  conqueft  gain. 

3.  Give  us  the  quick'nings  of  thy  grace, 
To  ch?/e  our  floth  away  \ 

And  may  the  fmilings  cf  thy  face, 


H  T  M  N  s.  %s 

Make  this  a  joyful  day. 

4.  O  come,  thou  heav'nly  fpirit,  come, 
With  thy  infpiring  wofd  ; 

Call  ev'ry  wild  affection  home, 
To  love  and  praife  the  Lord. 

5.  Come  in  with  us  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 
With  bletfings  from  above  ; 

And  ev'ry  mourning  heart  inflame, 
With  thy  redeeming  love. 

6.  Let  flarving  Tinners  hear  from  thee, 
And  tafte  of  food  divine  ; 

O  fet  them  from  their  bondage  free, 
And  let  their  fouls  be  thine. 

HYMN  LUL— The  fame. 

1.  15  LESS  us  this  day,  O  Lord  our  God, 
**     And  died  redeeming  love  abroad  ? 

O  Comfort  ev'ry  mourning  foul, 

And  make  the  wounded  fpirits  whole. 

2.  Let  thofe  tha»  unconcerned  appear 
Some  thund'ring  word  from  Sinai,  hear, 
That  they  may  tall  before  thy  face, 
And  (hare  in  the  Redeemer's  grace. 

3.  Pity  thy  children  that  attend 
Mourning  the  abfenceoi their  friend; 
O  raife  their  dropping  fouls  above, 
And  cheer  them  with  their  father's  love. 

HYMN LIV.  —  The  go/pel  call  to /hints  and  fatten. 

1.  A  RISE  O  ail  ye  faints  and  fing 

**•     The conquefts  of  your  bleeding  King, 

Who  bled  and  died,  and  rofe  for  you  ; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  voice 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice, 

And  bid  your  furrows  all  adieu. 

2.  Come  all  ye  mourning  fouls  attend 
The  call  of  your  e'crnal  friend, 

Receive  his  grace,  and  him  adore  j 
Say  if  ye  will  his  love  par?ake, 
^wake,  awake,  awake,  awake, 

Fiom  death,  and  live  forevermore. 
H 


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3    Corns  guUty  mortals  as  you  be, 
He  fe's  the  Worft  o!  tinners  tree, 

From  fear  and  da:kne(~,  death  and  hell  ; 
His  charming  voice,  O  Tinners  hear, 
Draw  near,  draw  near,  draw  near,  draw  near* 

Now  while  he  calls,  and  with  him  dwell. 
4.  O  fin-fick  tinners  come  away, 
Lei  not  you!  fins  make  your  delay, 

But  come  with  all  your  wounds  and  grief  ; 
■Come  to  this  Jefus  as  you  am, 
O  Conce,  O  come,  O  come,  O  come, 

With  all  your  guilt,  and  find  relief. 

ErMNLV.—  The  fume. 
%.  pOOD  news  for  you,  O  Adam's  race  ! 

^*     From  beav'n  defcends  unbounded  grace, 

The  great  Mefliah  now  appears  ; 
A  mortal  frame  I  AM  ailumes; 
He  comes,  he  comes,  he  comes,  he  comet, 

And  to  the  world  his  love  declares. 
•2.  Sifrners  behold  she  great  God- man, 
Your  1 1 lend  an  infant  ot  'he  fpan, 

Has  ftoop'd  to  dwell  below  the  fkies  ! 
Ye  mourners  bid  your  fears  adieu, 
For  you,  for  you,  tor  you,  for  you, 

The  mighty  favicur  freely  dies. 
3.  And  now  from  door  «o  door  goer, 
A  man  of  farrow.,  and  of  woes, 

Laboring  to  favc  poor  fouls  Irom  hell ; 
Mortals  behold  ycur  Saviour  near, 
P  hear,  O  hear,  O  hear.  O  hear 

His  voice  and  in  hisgio.-y  duel!. 
4.,  Letev'ry  nation  know  his  name, 
A»'d  ev'ry  tongue  his  love  proclaim  ; 

Your  forrows  may  forever  ceafe  s 
•  Lift  up  your  hearts  wish  chearful  voice, 
Jlcjoice,  rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice, 

And  praife  the  gloriofis  Prince  of  Peace. 


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HYMN  L  VI.  ~  A  cell  tc  fmntrs. 

1.  A  WAKE,  ye  dying  fouls,  awake, 
**•     Behold  the  Saviour  (lands, 

Now  at  your  door,  and  ott  doth  knock, 
With  pardons  in  his  hands.  , 

2.  Why  will  you  die,  when  Jefua  blccdg 
To  fave  your  fculs  from  hell  ? 

And  now  he  waits,  and  woos,  and  pleads, 
That  you  would  with  him  dwell. 

3.  O  hear,  ye  mourning  Tinners,  hear, 
And  now  receive  his  grace  ; 

Immortal  glories  now  is  near, 

Come  and  thefe  glories  tatte. 
The  great  Jehovah  calls  you  home 

To  everlasting  day  ; 
Come,  O  ye  wreiched  finners,  come, 

And  make  no  more  delay. 

5.  There's  room  enough  in  Jefus'  arms, 
Forev'ry  mourning  foul  ; 

And  if  you're  fick  his  heav'nly  charms, 
Will  make  your  fpirits  whole. 

6.  He  freely  died  thai  he  might  fave 
You  from  eternal  wee  \ 

Say  now,  poor  mortals,  will  you  have 
Thisblefied  Chrift,  or  no? 
HYMN  LV II. — Chrift' s  death  ds dares  his  grace  is  [res, 

1.  A  WAKE,  O  guilty  world  awake, 

**     Behold  the  earth's  foundations  fhake, 

While  the  Redeemer  bleeds  for  you  ! 
His  death  proclaims  to  all  your  race, 
Free  grace,  free  grace,  free  grace,  free  grace, 

To  all  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  too. 

2.  Come,  guilty  mortals,  come  and  fee 
The  Saviour  on  the  curfed  tree, 

For  ycu,all  drefs'd  in  purple  gore; 
His  weight  ot  woe  has  veil'd  the  fun, 
'Tis  done,  'tis  done,  'tis  dene,  'tis  done, 

That  man  might  live  forevermore. 

3.  See  how  the  wounded  Lamb  of  Geo 


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Extends  his  bleeeing  arms  abroad 

To  fave  a  fallen  world  from  death  ! 
Behold  him  in  his  agonies, 
He  dies  he  die.%  he  dies,  he  dies, 

And  yields  the  laft  expiring  breath. 
4.  He  dies  and  triumphs  over  death 
To  give  the  dead  immortals,  birth, 

And  fpread  the  wonders  of  his  name  ; 
Shout,  mortals,  (hout,  with  chearful  voice, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice, 

And  give  the  glor«  of  the  Lamb. 

H  X  MN  L  VII  J. A  call  t§  [inner* 

1.  \T17HAT  more  could  Jefus  do. 

**       To  make  poor  Tinners  bleft  i* 
O  finners  bid  the  world  adieu, 

And  have  eternal  reft. 
2   His  blood  was  freely  fpilf, 

To  fave  your  fouls  from  death  ; 
And  to  remove  your  load  of  guilt* 

Gave  up  his  life,  and  breath. 

3.  And  can  you  now  refufe 
Such  grace  and  dying  love  I 

Will  you  hisgoodnefs  all  abufe, 
And  flight  the  joys  abovt  ? 

4.  No  pow'r  can  e'er  relieve 
Your  fouls  from  heli  but  he ; 

Believe,  O  wretched  men  believe, 
And  happy  (hall  you  be. 

5.  His  goodnefs  knows  no  bound* 
Nor  will  his  love  forbear  ; 

What  othei  wretched  fouls  have  found. 
Your  mourning  fouls  may  (hare. 

6.  His  golden  fcepter  waits, 
With  grace  and  pardons  free ; 

O  touch,  and  though  your  fins  are  great, 
Yet  pardonM  you  mail  be, 

7.  Behold  the  King  of  kings, 
Is  waiting  yet  tor  you  ; 

And  ev'ry  woxd  glad  tidings  brings 


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To  all  the  guilty  crew, 

8.  Behold  the  purple  gore, 

'Which  from  his  wounds  doth  flow, 
A  fea  of  grace  without  a  (h  ore, 
To  fave  your  fouls  from  wo. 

9.  O  caft  your  guilty  fouls  . 
In  this  unbounded  fea  ; 

His  love  will  make  ihe  wounded  whole, 
And  fet  the  pris'n*rs  (ree. 

H  Y  MNLIX. On  the  birth  vfChrifi. 

1.  /"*  LAD  tidings  to  our  world  is  come  ! 
^*     Mortals  prepare  your  Saviour  room  j 
Lift  up  your  heads,  forget  your  fears  ; 

The  great  Meffiah  from  above, 
With  boundlefs  love,  with  boundlefs  lotc, 
Within  your  guilty  realm  appears. 

2.  Ten  thoufand  feraphs  round  him  bow, 
And  angels  and  archangels  glow 

From  the  bright  climes  of  heav'nly  day  ; 
Shouting  they  hail  the  happy  morn, 
The  Saviour's  born,  the  Saviour's  born, 

To  take  the  finners  guilt  away. 

3.  Let  kings  and  nations  ri!  attend, 
The  birth  of  their  erernal  friend  ; 

Letev'ry  land  the  tidings  know  ; 
Heathens  forfake  your  wood  and  (tone, 
For  there  is  none,  for  there  is  none, 

But  Chrift  can  fave  from  endlefs  wo. 

4.  Hail,  dying  fouls,  your  friend  is  nigh, 
Believe  and  you  (hall  never  die  ; 

O  come  and  reign  wi;h  Chrift  the  Lord  ; 
Ye  mourners  bid  your  tears  adieu, 
He  calls  tor  you.  he  calls  for  you, 

For  you  his  arms  are  ftre^ch'd  abrca  1. 

HYMN   LX.—On  the  death  of  Chrift, 
j.  UARK  !  O  ye  fons  of  Adam,  hear 

*-A     Your  Saviour's  dying  breath  ; 
And  a'.l  ye  nations  far  and  near, 

Attend  vour  Saviour's  death. 
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«.  On  Calvary  behold  he  hangs, 

And  bleeds  and  dies  for  you ; 
CrunYd  with  the  weight  of  dying  pangs 

In  foul  and  body  too. 

3.  This  is  th*  eternal  Son  of  God, 
That  fpills  his  blood  fo  free  ; 

See  how  he  bears  the  heavy  load. 
O  guilty  world  for  thee  ! 

4.  Mortals  can  you  refufe  his  grace, 
And  £;il  hrs  love  defpife  ? 

Gr  will  you  join  the  happy  race, 

With  him  that  never  dies  ? 

HTMNLXL On  the  name  of  Chrijti 

3.  ©WEET  is  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lamb^ 

*-*     To  all  that  have  his  love  enjoy'd  5 
They  tailing  third  ftill  for  the  fame, 

Their  fouls  with  love  can  ne'er  becloy'd. 

2.  This  is  the  lifoof  every  faint, 

And  Orength  of  ev'ry  wounded  foul  5 
When  they  are  fick,  or  fore,  or  fain?, 
The  name  of  Jefus  makes  them  whole. 

3.  This  name  their  dying  fouls  will  fave, 
When  cv'ry  other  helper  fails  ; 

And  lift  them  irom  the  threat'ning  grave  $ 
O'er  cbath  and  hell  this  name  prevails. 

4.  This  name  will  ev'ry  foedeftroy, 
And  give  the  helplcfs  tinners  reft  3, 

This  name  will  b;  eternal  joy, 
And  make  the  faints  forever  bleft. 

5.  O  may  this  name  my  foul  inflame, 
Long  as  I  walk  this  mortal  Ihore  ;. 

Then  will  I  make  this  glorious  name, 

My  joys  and  theme  iorevermore. 
HYMN  LXJI. — An  invitation  to  fmntrt ;  etni  tht   vanity 
of  all  things  but  Ckijl. 

1.  C  INNER,  the  Loid  would  fave 
0     Your  foul  from  death  and  hell  ; 

And  joys  in  him  your  (bids  may  have, 
Beyond  what  tongue  can  tell. 

2.  la  vain  you  feaich  the  earth, 


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Through  all  its  good  to  find 
Some  hitting  joy  or  folid  minh 
To  chear  the  hungry  mind, 

3.  All  pleafures  dwell  in  Chrift, 
For  none  but  him  is  good  \ 

Come  ftarving  fmncrs,  come  and  tafte 
Oi  this  immortal  lood. 

4.  He  is  the  living  bread, 
And  fea  of  perfect  blifs  ; 

His  life  and  love  can  raife  the  dead, 
And  make  all  forrow  ccafe. 

5.  O  Tinners  hear  his  voice, 
While  he  is  at  your  door ; 

In  perfect  blifs  you'll  foon  rejoice, 

And  live  forevetmore. 
m*uNLXIlJ.—Chrijrj>u>6rkf  and  love,  tndfutsefs  in  ih 

fofjx/. 
1.  T  ORD,  in  the  chariot  of  thy  word, 

*-*     Ride  forth  with  pow'r  thy  name  to  fpicad  y 
Give  fpced  unto  thy  gofpel  fvvord, 

Through  thefe  dark  regions  of  the  dead, 
a.  "  Lo,  faith  the  Saviour,  hrre  I  am, 

"  With  all  my  vefture  dip'd  in  blood  ; 
"  The  Free  Physician  is  my  name, 

11  Seeking  to  do  the  needy  good. 
3.  "  I  love  to  feed  the  hungry  poor, 

"  To  heal  the  fick  and  raife  the  dead  ; 
"  I  love  to  fee  them  crowd  my  door, 

"That  Imy  boundiefs  love  may  fpread*. 
4. u  I  love  to  fet  ihofc  prisoners  free, 

"  That  are  in  debt  and  nought  to  pay  5, 
"  No  guilty  foul  that  come?, 

11  Shall  ever  go  condemn'd  away. 
.  M  Now  where's  yoo*  guilty,  weak  and  poor, 

11  Your  fick,  your  deaf,  your  dead,  your  blind  ? 

Call  each  by  name  around  my  door, 

••  And  they  ftiali  all  a  helper  find.      *. 
.  Lord,  faith  the  poor  and  trembling  foul) 

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My  fins  forgive,  my  wounds  make  whole, 

And  from  my  bondage  Jet  me  free, 
7.  "  Then,  faith  the  Lord,  the  work  is  3one,< 

*■  It  was  for  you  I  b!cd  and  died  ; 
**  Cad  all  thy  wants  on  me  alone, 

"  And  all  thy  wants  mall  be  fupply'd* 
S.  O. faith  the  foul,  my  Chrifi  is  mine  I 

I  feel  thy  grace,  Hove  thy  name9 
And  I  will  be  forever  thine, 

O  Lord,  to  found  thy  worthy  fame, 

9.  Hofanna !  let  the  chriftians  join, 
A  foul  is  added  to  our  band  ; 

And  welcome  foul,  the  prize  is  thine, 
To  reign  with  us  at  Chrift's  right  hand. 

10.  Amen,  with  joy  our  fouls  fhall  fing, 
And  let  the  fame  refound  abroad  ; 

Amen,  all  glory  to  our  king, 

A  foul  is  born  to  Chrifl  our  God. 

HYMN LXIF '.—  Worthy  is  the  Lamh 
1.    A. MaZING  love,  unbounded  grace, 

**'     Through  the  Redeemer's  name  ; 
Let  mortal  and  immortal  race 

Cry  "  worthy  is  the  Lamb. 
a.  The  mighty  Savi  >ur  from  the  flcies, 

Gomes  down  to  bear  our  fhame ; 
Beneath  our  guilt  he  bleeds  and  dies, 

"  All  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 

3,  Ten  thoufand  thoufand  thanks  is  dfciev 
O  Jefus,  to  thy  name  ; 

Let  faints  above  and  angels  too, 
Cry  "worthy  is  the  Lamb. 

4.  And  we  on  thofe  immortal  plains, 
Iofpir'd  with  facred  Same, 

E'er  longiriall  raife  the  highefr  ftrains 

Of"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb:' 
HYMN  L  XV. —Chrifi  and  a  youth,  in  a  dialogue . 
1.  TESLJS  from  the  bright  realms  above, 

J      Stoops  'o  difplay  his  boundlefs  love  5 
Calling  the  worft  of  finners  home, 


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And  courting  children  in  their  bloom. 

2  "  Return,  faith  he,  ihou  precious  youth, 

"  To  me  the  way,  the  lite,  and  truth  ; 

**  Partake  my  grace,  enjoy  my  love, 

"  Andfet  vour  heart  on  things  above. 

3.  You  1  h. — Lord   I  would  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 

And  in  thy  ferviee  might  rejoice; 

But  I  am  chain'd  to  things  belowr 

And  cannot  let  my  pleafures  go. 

4    Christ. — "  Your  earthly  joys  affords  no  peace* 

"  And  all  thofe  pleafures  foon  will  ceafe  j, 

**  Why  wiH  you  then  purfue  fuch  toys, 

"And  lofe  my  everlaftmg  joys  ? 

5.  Youth. — I  know  my  joys  are  mix'd  with  fear. 
And  foon  they  all  mud  difappear  ; 

Bu>  I  no  other  pleafures  know, 
Therefore  I  cannot  let  them  go. 

6.  Christ. — M  Nor  can  your  greater  pleafures  find, 
••  While  to  thefe  earthly  joys  inclined  ; 

"  But  if  you'll  hear  my  gracious  voice, 
u  You  foon  Ihall  find  fuperiourjoys. 

7.  Youth. — "  But  fhuuld  I  now  attend  thy  call, 
And  think  to  make  the  Loid  my  all, 

Ten  thoufand  foes  would  foon  engage 
Againft  my  foul  with  all  their  rage, 

8.  Christ. — M  What  mighty  foes  are  thofe  you  fee* 
u  Tnat  makes  you  dread  to  follow  me  I 

"  Point  them  tome,  I  can  deftroy, 

"  Or  chain  them  that  they  can't  annoy. 

9.  Youth.— The  lofs  of  pleafure,  earth's  efteenr, 
The  tear  of  man,  reproach,  and  fhame  j 

Hard  trials  in  this  chriftian  flight, 
And  conflicls  wrih  the  pow'rsof  night. 

10.  Christ. — "  More  than  my  love  doll  thou  efteem* 
11  Vain  man's  applaufe,  and  call  it  fhame 

"  To  bear  my  crofs,  tear  pow'rs  of  hell  • 
**  Yet  choofe  forever  there  to  dwell ) 


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ii.  Youth. — My  pleas  are  vain,  O  God,  forgive  ^ 
What  can  I  do,  how  can  I  live, 
Chain'd  down  with  twice  ten  ihotifand  fears, 
Surrounded  with  ten  thoufand  fnares  ? 

12.  Christ. — •<  Ir  you  from  fuch  fmall  trials  (brink, 
*'  How  will  you  bear  e'er  long  to  fink 

"  In  all  ihe  fears,  and  pains  of  hell, 

u  Where  you  ate  juftly  doomed  to  dwell  ? 

13.  Youth. — Truth,  Lord,  but  I  am  now  f©  deep 
In  blinduefs,  darknefs,  death,  and  fleep, 

Thofe  further  fcenes  do  all  but  feem 
An  empty  found,  2n  idle  dream. 

14.  Christ.— "  Then  more  you  need  my  call  to  hear, 
**  Who  fees  your  wretched  doom  fo  near  ; 

"  And  if  you're  dark,  and  dead,  and  blind, 

"  The  more  you  need  relief  to  find; 

35.  Youth — Lord  what  thoufay'ft  I  can't  deny , 

And  O  I  fear  my  doom  is  nigh  5 

I  now  begin  to  feel  my  wo, 

What  frail  1  do  }  where  ihall  I  go  F 

16.  Christ.—"  Arife,  dear  youth,  you  need  not  fear, 
u  If  you  will  but  my  fpirit  hear  ; 

"  Accept  my  grace,  and  follow  me, 
M  And  happy  days  you  foon  fhall  fee. 

17.  Youth. — I  would,  O  God,  with  joy  attend, 
1*  I  was  furc  you  was  my  friend  ; 

But  unbelief,  and  darknefs  reigns, 
And  I  am  bound  with  heavy  chains. 

18.  Christ.— -"Though  darknefs  reigns,  &  you  now 

dwell 
4*  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
"  Yet  fear  them  not,  Til  be  thy  friend, 
"  Truft  me  and  all  thy  fears  fhall  end. 
19    Youth. — O  God,  I  am  undone  I  fcc* 
And  dare  not  ftay,  but  cannot  flee  ; 
How  can  I  have  my  fins  iorgiv'n  ? 
How  Hull  I  find  tae  way  to  hea*\i  i 


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20.  Christ.—"  I  am  the  way.  the  heav'n,  the  prize, 

**  The  life*  tkc  ftrcngib,  the  cars,  the  eyes  ; 

"  I'll  be  thy  portion  and  thy  guide, 

"  And  all  thy  wants  fhall  be  fupplyM. 

Si.  Youth. — Then  helplcfs  Lord,  to  thee  I  come, 

With  all  my  wants  jufl  as  1  am  ^ 

Thy  face  in  love  O  let  me  fee, 

And  take  my  wretched  foul  to  thee. 

22    Christ. — "  In  love  behold  thy  Saviour's  face  5 

"  Believe  my  word,  receive  my  grace  ; 

*'  Enjoy  my  love  ;  I'll  be  thy  God, 

"  And  thou  art  mine  redeemM  wth  blood. 

23.  Youth.— OGod,  my  God,  I  feel  thy  voice! 
Thy  love  makes  ail  nay  foul  rejoice  ; 

Ah  !  joys  beyond  what  tongue  can  tell, 
Now  I  have  found  doth  in  thee  dwell. 

24.  OLord  my  foul  belongs  ij  thee, 
And  now  I  know  thou  died  for  me  $ 
Ail  things  in  Jefus  now  is  mine, 
And  all  )he  glory  {hall  be  thine. 

HYMN   LXVI. An  awmhnid  fitmtr. 

1.  T  Wander  like  a  captive  fUve, 

A     In  fhades  of  death  and  night  $ 
No  friend  nor  happinefs  I  have, 
Nor  glimpfc  of  cheering  light. 

2.  Ten  ihcufand  fnarcs  befet  my  way, 
And  ftorms  of  fury  roll, 

And  foes  like  cruel  beafts  of  prey, 
Are  thirfting  for  my  foul. 

3.  Nor  do  I  wifh  for  r%(t  or  peace. 
But  from  the  realms  above  ; 

O  Jefus  make  my  forrows  ceafe, 
With  thy  redeeming  iove. 

4.  O  Jefus  lei  me  hear  thee  Uy, 
u  tear  mt,  I  am  thy  friend  ;" 

Give  me  a  ghmpfe  of  heav'nJy  day, 
A  ad  joys  that  ncvet  end. 


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HYMNLXVll Bsfirmg  tofpread  the  nmt  *f  Jefuu 

1.  (~\  Cou'd  I  tread  from  pole  to  pole, 
^     With  mv  Redeemer's  name, 

How  gladly  wauld  my  active  foul 
The  joyful  news  proclaim  ! 

2.  My  lileand  ftrength  I'd  freely  fpend. 
Through  years  of  griet  and  wo, 

If  Jefus  would  with  pow'r  attend, 
The  gofpel  trumph  to  blow. 

3.  To  dying  tinners  I  would  go, 
And  lead  their  fouls  to  heav*n  ; 

That  they  might  the  Redeemer  know, 
And  find  their  fins  forgiv'n. 

4.  I'd  bring  my  thoufands  rousd  the  feet 
Of  my  eternal  King, 

Where  they  mould  find  a  happy  feat, 
And  endlefs  praifes  fing. 

H  Y  M  N  LXVIL—Defir'mg  to  bs  vfolfy  for  Qhrifi* 
X.  T  Would  be  wholly  for  my  God, 

•■■     And  hourly  tafte  his  love, 
And  fpread  his  glorious  name  abroad, 

Where  e'er  I  reft,  or  rove. 
2.  The  Lamb  chat  gave  his  life  for  me, 

My  foul  would  fo  enjoy. 
That  his  redeeming  love  (hould  be 

My  life  and  whole  employ. 
j.  Then  (hould  my  foul  one  day  be  found 

W'nhtn  the  peaceful  ihore, 
Where  I  (hall  with  archangels  found 

His  name  forevermore. 
4,  There  I  of  love  would  drink  my  fill, 

Within  my  Saviour's  arms  ; 
Complete  in  joy,  and  growing  dill 

By  his  attracting  cha»ms. 

HYMN     LXVUL- Thefiniu 

I.  r\  When,  dear  Jefus,  (hall  I  be 

^    Devoied  life  and  foul  to  thee  * 


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In  wifdom's  way  O  may  I  (read, 
By  mine  unerring  fpirit  led. 

2.  O  let  me  often  fee  thy  face, 
And  feaft  upon  redeeming  grace  ; 
And  by  thy  word  teach  me  to  know 
My  Saviour's  will  where  e'er  I  go. 

3.  O  never,  never  let  me  rove 
From  thee  my  Father  and  my  love  ; 
I3ut  fix  my  heart  on  things  above, 
My  conftant  theme  (hall  be  thy  love, 

4.  Where  e'er  I  go  I'll  always  tell 
What  goodnefs  in  my  God  doth  dwell, 
That  other  fiarving  fouls  may  know 
Thy  name,  and  talle  thy  goodnefs  too. 

H  Y  M  N  LXIX. T*  the  profane. 

1.  'VJH  HY,  mortals,  will  you  thus  blafpheme 

**       That  name  which  all  the  heav'ns  adore, 
And  for  a  fhort  del u five  dream, 
Torment  ycurfclves  forevermore  ? 

2.  O  think,  poor  fouls,  how  near  you  (tend 
To  an  eternal  gulf  of  pain  I 

Your  fleeting  days  are  but  a  fpan, 
And  certain  death  comes  on  amain. 

3.  Soon  will  you  feel  the  fatal  blow, 
And  thudder  on  the  verge  of  death  ; 

With  what  reluctance  will  you  go, 
When  drawing  your  expiring  breath  } 

4.  O  roufe,  unthinking  mortals  roufe  s 
And  flee  thofe  gaping  joys  of  hell  ; 

How  can  you  bear,  why  will  you  chocfe, 
In  everlafting  pains  to  dwell  ? 

5.  The  gofpel  founds  the  Saviour's  grace, 
Go  bow  before  that  worthy  rftms  ; 

Go  fpread  your  wants  before  his  face, 
And  plead  his  love,  and  own  your  (hamc. 

6.  Who  knows  but  love  fo  long  refus'd, 
May  ftretchan  arm  of  grace  for  you, 

And  that  fweet  name  fo  much  abus'd, 
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Mav  yet  forgive,  and  blefs  you  too! 
IJTMN  LXX.—7he  thoughtful  /attar's  .confefciu 

1.  LjOW  oil  unthinking  fartori  feci, 

•*■■*  The  ftragg'ring  (hip  like  drunkards  reel, 

And  tremble  o'er  the  wat'ry  graves  ! 
An  J  jet  how  many  foon  forger, 
The  horrors  of  the  gaping  pit, 

And  that  almighty  aim  that  /aves  1 

2.  When  trembling  o'er  the  eternal  ftate, 
Oor  hopes  are  fnaail,  our  fears  are  great : 

Then  we  lament  the  diftant  fhore  ; 
When  flaming  fulphurs  through  the  Iky, 
JL.keiheets  ot  liquid  fire  do;h  fly. 

And  hell'wing  thunders  round  us  roar, 

3.  Then 'we  expecl  immediate  death, 
And  Ugh,  and  groan  at  ev'ry  breath, 

O  ior  fome  mighty  pow'r  to  fave! 
We  now  in  that  dittreiling  hour, 
To  God  tor  his  delivering  pow'r, 

To  fave -us  from  the  gaping  grave. 

4.  The  Lord  looks  down  wi?h  pitying  eye, 
He  hears  the  trembling  failots  cry, 

And  comes  to  make  his  mercy  known  ! 
He  bids  the  threatening  ftorms  fubfide, 
And  calms  the  (welling  of  the  tide, 

And  makes  the  thund'ring  clouds  return. 
5   Then  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  fhore, 
Our  trembling  figbs  and  cries  are  o'er, 

And  glad  we  tread  the  folid  land  : 
But  O  cur  cries  are  foon  forgot, 
We  made  our  vows,  but  paid  them  nor, 

A-^d  ihtis  abufe  the  heav'nly  hand. 
6.  Returning  to  our  fins  again 
fgrget  hts  kindnefs  and  onr  pain, 

Long  as  we  feel  a  carnal  peace  ; 
Good  Lord  forgive  the  wrenched  crew, 
c  thai  (lorm  which  aoih  purfue, 

Ro.l!  on  our  heads  and  never  ceafc. 


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HYMN  L3CXI.— The  cbrWian  furprifedatChriJl's  Uvt. 

1.  \  ND  didft  '.h  m  die  for  me, 

■**     O  ihou  bieft  Lamb  of  God  ? 
And  had  th'>u  brought  me  home  to  thee. 
By  thine  own  precious  blood  ? 

2.  How  couldit  ihou  ftpop  fo  low  1 
O  what  amazing  grace  ! 

He  faves  me  from  eternal  wo, 
And  gives  me  heav'uly  peace. 

3.  My  foul,  how  can  it  be, 
Tha<  Jcfus  freely  bore 

The  pangs  ot  death  and  hell  for  me, 
And  yet  I  love  no  more  ! 

4.  O  let  me  now  arife, 
A'd  foarto  realms  above, 

And  {homing  gaze,  with  fweet  furprife, 
On  fuch  amazing  love  ! 

HYMN     LXXIf. The/am, 

1.  TS  that  the  Son  of  God  that  cries, 
■^     Upon  the  bloody  tree  \ 

O  can  it  be  the  Saviour  dies 
For  fuch  a  wretch  as  me  ! 

2.  He  groans,  he  dies,  and  yields  his  breath, 
And  gives  his  life  away, 

To  bring  me  from  eternal  death, 
Toeverlailing  day, 

3.  O  mud  his  heart,  his  wounded  foul. 
The  pond'rous  load  fuftain, 

To  make  my  guilty  confeience  whole, 
And  fave  from  endlcfs  pain  ! 

4.  How  can  my  heart  refufe  to  melt 
When  Jcfus  dies  for  me  ! 

No  pains,  nor  grief  was  ever  felt 

As  telt,  O  Lord,  by  thee, 
HYMN  LXXIII.— The  gtftsl  call,  by  ChriJI's  snfrjfMoc* 
I.  /"iLAD  tidings  to  the  world  is  come, 

^-*     O  wretched  finners  hear  ; 
Good  news  from  Jefus  I  proclaim } 

The  finneis  friend  is  near. 


ioi  H    T   M   N    $. 

2.  Hark  how  he  calls,  and  calls  for  you, 
O  hear  his  charming  voice  ; 

Bid  all  your  carnal  joys  adieu, 
And  in  his  name  rejoice. 

3.  Caft  all  your  righteoufnefs  away, 
And  come  wifh  all  your  guilt ; 

Jefus  will  be  your  help  and  (lay, 
For  you  his  blood  was  fpilt. 

4.  If  e'er  you  think  to  land  in  heav'n, 
And  (hare  the  joys  above, 

Come  now  and  have  your  fins  forgiv'n, 
And  tafte  redeeming  love. 

HYMN      LXXIV.—  The   fame, 

5.  f\  Sinners  make  the  Saviour  room, 
"     And  let  your  bars  remove  \ 

To  day  with  boundlefs  grace  he's  come. 
And  courts  you  with  his  love. 

2,  Free  grace  ihe  Chriftians  all  declare. 
And  Chriil  declares  the  fame  ; 

Free  grace  wev'e  found  and  you  may  fhare, 
Fly  fmners  to  the  Lamb. 

3.  E«ernal  life  is  worth  your  choice  ; 
Why  will  you  go  to  hell  ? 

O  hear  this  day  the  Saviour's  voice, 

And  in  his  bofom  dwell 

HYMN      LXXK- -The  fame. 
2.  f\  finners  hear  the  gofpel  call, 

^     And  have  your  fins  forgiv'n  \ 
Receive  the  Lord,  and  (hare  in  all 

The  life  and  joys  of  heav'n. 

2.  To  day  the  Saviour  calls  for  you, 
And  offers  you  his  love  ; 

Say,  will  you  bid  your  gods  adieu, 
And  reign  with  Chrift  above  ? 

3.  Why  finners  will  you  difbelieve. 
When  Jefus  dies  fo  free  ? 

O  come,  and  you  (hall  grace  receive*. 
For  Jefus  dies  fox  ihee. 


H   r    M    N    S.  res 

HYMN  iXXVL—ifetjirworjbit. 

1.  A  LL  hail  thou  lovely  Lamb  of  God  1 
•^This  day  with  us  make  thine  abode, 
And  cheer  our  fpirits  wiih  thy  love  ; 

We  long  to  fee  thy  fmiling  face, 
And  run  with  thee  the  chritt;ans  race, 
To  th'ne  e'e:nal  realms  above. 

2.  O  heal  the  Tick  and  raife  the  dead, 
And  feed  vs  with  immortal  biead  ; 

Warm  ev'ry  heart,  loofe  ev'ry  tongue  ;, 
O  let  thy  love  our  fouls  inflame, 
We  (hall  rejoice  to  fee!  thy  name, 

And  make  redeeming  love  our  fong. 

3.  We  love  thy  name,  and  long  to  ieel 
JVlore  of  thy  love,  and  thinking  mil, 

Our  fouls  for  larger  draughts  would  foar  ; 
N.t  would  we  e'er  conten  ed   be 
'Till  all  our  fouls  are  made  like  thee, 

And  fafety  reach'd  th'  immortal  fhore* 
4..  We  a'meft  long  to  quit  this  tfage, 
That  all  our  pow'rs  might  once  engage 

To  love  and  praife  without  annoy  ; 
Then  as  immortal  flars  we'll  mine,. 
In  glory,  Lord,  forever  thine, 

And  folace  in  unmingied  joy. 

H  Y  MNLXXVIL—Ths  ctirifliani  inmtingfahtr* 
1.  VjiNNERS  attend,  the  Saviours  corns 

^  To  bring  the  worft  of  rebels  home  j 
O'er  dying  fouls  his  bowels  move, 
His  grace  is  free,  his  name  is  love. 
1.  We've  feen  his  face,  and  hsar'J  his  voice,. 
Enjoy'd  his  love,  and  mull  rejoice, 
And  can  but  court  you  to  his  name, 
O  fmners  come  enjoy  the  fame. 

3.  /igainlt  the  rage  of  easth  and  hell, 

We  have  all  vow'd  with  Chrift  to  d'.ve!!  ; 
lie's  gone  before,  and  we'll  puifue, 
O  fmners  follow  jefus  too. 

4.  Our  names  are  with  the  fons  of  GoJ, 


ioj  H    T  M    N   S. 

Eternal  life  is  our  reward  ; 

Chrifl  figh's  the  battle,  wins  the  race, 

While  we  believe  and  frng  free  grace. 

5.  To  gain  the  crown  Jehovah  dies, 
While  we  look  on  and  (hare  the  prize ; 
The  more  we  gaze  the  more  we  have, 
The  more  we  get  the  more  we  love. 

6.  Come  Tinners  (hare  a  glorious  parr, 
One  view  of  Chrift  will  melt  your  heart  t 
And  you  with  all  the  faints  may  reft, 
And  reign  eternal  ages  bleft. 

7.  Soon  by  our  Prince  the  field  is  won, 
All  fightings  and  our  forrowsdone  : 
And  we  (hall  with  archangels  fhare, 

O  finners  have  a  man  Hon  there. 

8.  There  we  (hall  fail  in  feas  of  love, 
And  foar  through  all  the  realms  above  ; 
Millions  of  fyftems  join  as  one, 

In  one  eternal  long,  ^tnen. 

HTMN  LXXV1IL Free  Solvit}**. 

jTVVASGod  himfelt  became  the  Lamb, 
A      To  bear  the  fin  net's  guilt  and  fhame  5 
'Tis  God  that  offers  grace  to  me  j 
Sure  then  h.'s  mercy  mull  be  free. 
%.  It  is  a  God  that  canno-  lie, 
Tl"»at  c  fFers  grace  to  you  and  I  ; 
O  \d  ns  all  his  word  believe, 
And  We  (hall  ail  his  love  receive. 

3.  Let  none  prefume  his- grace  ro  bound, 
And  make  his  oath  an  empty  found, 
For  he'*-  confirming  by  an  oaih, 

He  has  no  pieafure  in  our  death. 

4.  Nov/  ev'ry  wre'ehed  foul  that  will, 
May  come  and  have  their  fins  lorgiv'n,. 

And  ev'ry  foul  thai  goes  to  hell, 

Are  or  their  choice  fb-it  out  of  heav'n. 

HTMN    LXX1X. Early  piety. 

I.    |ESUs  :n  my  youthful  b    om, 
J      1  ake  me  to  thee  as  I  am  j. 


H    V   11    N   ft  jc4 

Life  and  foul  I  now  refign, 
And  will  be  forever  thine. 

2.  Since  thou  gave  thy  life  for  me, 
Lord,  I'll  give  myfelf  to  thee, 
Walh  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
Fit  me  to  enjoy  my  God, 

3.  Guard  my  feet  from  ev'ry  fnare* 
Make  my  life  and  foul  thy  cars  ; 
Often  let  me  fee  thy  face, 

Feel  and  fing  redeeming  grace. 

4.  Let  my  heart,  my  lite,  and  tongue,, 
Make  thy  blefled  name  my  fong  ^ 

Bid  all  other  loves  adieu  ; 
Only  thee  I  would  purfue. 

5.  I  mud  never  think  it  (hame. 
For  to  own  thy  worthy  name  ^ 
Left  one  day  thou  me  defpife, 
And  at  lall  reject  my  cries. 

6.  But  if  thou  wilt  give  me  grace, 
I  will  run  the  chriltianrace  ; 
Then  receive  me  to  thy  home, 
Where  reproaches  never  come. 

7.  There  from  all  the  ftorms  of  hell3 
With  my  Jefus  I  fhall  dwell  ; 

He  will  own  my  worthlefs  name 
In  his  bright  records  of  tame. 

8.  O  for  «hat  immortal  crown  ! 
Jefus  fetid  >he  tokens  down  ; 
Tell  me  Lord,  mall  I  be  there  I 
O  let  me  with  angels  fh*re  ! 

HYMN  LXXX. The  happy  ytuth. 

U   \I  .  HILE  I  am  oleit  wiih  youthful  bloom, 
v  *        1  wiil  purfue  that  facred  Lamb 
That  bled  and  died  tor  me  ; 
If  God  ir.fpire  my  heart  with  grace, 
And  iei   rne  fee  hi<-  fending  face, 

A  pilgrim  I  will  be. 
1.  I'll  leave  the  world  wiih  all  its  toys, 
And  fsek  thofe  tar  fupenour  joys 


That  doth  in  Jefus  dwell  ; 
If  Jefus  be  my  God  and  king, 
Immortal  triumphs  I  will  ting 

O'er  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 

3.  A  frowning  world  1  will  defy, 
And  all  its  San'ring  charms  deny, 

1 1  Jefus  (!ands  my  friend  ; 
Not  long  I  have  the  dorm  to  ftand 
Of  mis  enfnaring  barren  land  ; 

My  confli&s  f on  will  end. 

4.  Jefus,  my  friend,  my  caufe  will  plead, 
Conduct  my  fteps,  fopply  my  need, 

And  never  let  me  fall  ; 
Jefus  will  all  my  foes  deftroy, 
Will  be  my  life,  my  ftrengm,  my  joy, 

Jefus  is  all  in  all. 

5.  With  joy  I'll  fpend  my  fleeting  days,, 
To  found  abroad  my  Saviourfs  praife, 

And  tell  the  world  his  love; 
And  when  I  quit  this  mortal  ltege 
I  fhall  in  facred  (trains  engage, 

Wi'h  all  the  fain  s  above. 

6.  There  I  fhall  with  my  Jefus  dwell, 
In  joys  beyond  what  tongue  can  tell, 

On  that  immortal  more  ; 
Jefus  my  love  (hall  be  my  joy, 
His  praifes  be  my  fwset  employ, 

And  part  from  him  no  more. 
"  HYMN  LXXXL- — The  wonders  of redeeming  tdvs> 

1.  /^V  How  unbounded  was  ihat  love 
^*     That  bled  to  favea  guilty  race  ! 

The  Saviour  (loops  from  realms  above, 
To  fpread.  abroad  his  boundltfs  grace. 

2.  Behold  the  gieat  Meffiah  hangs, 
And  bleeds  upon  the  (harmful  tree, 

And  theie  he  drank  death's  bitter  pangs,  N 

That  we  from  dea'h  might  all  bs  tree. 
g.   Fain  would  my  foul  an fe  and  tell, 

My  Saviout's  love  from  fiiure  to  fhore, 


-  H    r    M    N    J.  106 

That  millions  might  return  and  dwell 

Wilh  Jefus,andhis  name  adore. 
4.  But  O  I  mourn  benea  h  my  chains, 

And  can  but  lid  a  faint  defire  ; 
Impatient  for  thofe  lofty  drains 

Where  angels  burn  with  facred  fire. 
6.  O  all  you  difentangled  faint?, 

This  glorious  theme  belongs  to  you  ! 
When  death  diflblves  my  long  complaints, 

I'il  (hike  the  higheft  praifes  too. 

HYMN  LXXXJL A  call  t$  firmer  s, 

j.   ClNNERS  behold  vour  Saviour  God* 
***     With  hisex'ended  arms  abroad  ; 
For  you,  for  you,  his  bowels  move, 
And  calls  you  to  redeeming  love. 

2.  Why  will  you  die  when  Jefus  ftands, 
With  lie  eternal  in  his  hands  ? 

H>s  goodnefs  knows  no  bound  nor  (bore, 
O  talle  and  live  forever  more. 

3.  Let  not  his  pity  wait  in  vain ; 
D.)  not  reject  his  love  again  ? 

O  hear  his  mod  endearing  charms, 
And  fly  for  mercy  to  his  arms. 

4.  Then  (hill  your  fouls  forever  know, 
What  blelTings  from  his  goodnefs  flow, 
Nor  will  he  ever  leave  you  more, 
Tillfafe  you've  reach'd  the  heav'nly  more. 

HYMN  LXXXIV Defiring  ofChrifl. 

1 .  f~\  Lord  how  can  I  live, 
*~*     Or  ever  happy  be, 

Except  thou  doth  thy  fpirit  give, 
To  bring  me  home  to  thee  ! 

2.  I  want  thy  love  to  taffe, 

And  know  thou  art  my  Goi>, 
O  bring  me  to  the  go/pel  feaft, 
And  feed  me  with  thy  word. 

3.  Ten  thoufand  worlds  won't  do 
To  make  a  linner  blelt, 

O  could  I  bid  the  world  adieu, 


toj  H    T   M    N    & 

And  find  eternal  reft. 
4.  My  life  ufeif  is  wo, 

My  joys  are  mixM  with  grief, 
Where  buf  to  <hee  (hill  tinners  gor 

O  God  10  ft  >d  rcLef  ? 
5  To  «hee  my  foul  would  lock, 

avA  pleai  the  Sav«ou\  blood  -y 
'Twas  he  the  (inner'*  burden  look 

To  bring  them  heme  to  God, 
g    O  let  roy  foul  be  one 

Tba*  (ball  enjoy  thy  grace, 
Thai  I  may  wo?fhip  at  «hy  throne, 

And  fee  thy  fmihng  face. 
7.  O  may  I  know  thy  lover 

And  fpend  my  days  in  peace, 
Then  found  thy  name  in  realms  above, 

When  deaih  and  fin  (hall  ceafe.  1  % 

HYMN  LX.XX1V.— Praying  fcr  the  falvathnoj finners. 

1 .  ¥   ORD  why  fhould  finners  go  to  hell, 
•*— '  And  in  eternal  darknefs  dwell, 

When  Jefus  fpilt  his  precious  blood 
To  bring  the  worft  of  fouls  to  God  I 

2.  O  God  of  love  thy  grace  difplay. 
And  take  their  chains  ot  death  away  ; 
That  they  may  know  that  thou  art  love, 
And  ieign  with  thee  in  realms  above. 

3.  Though  they  are  dead,  yet  call  them  forth, 
From  the  ftrong  pow'rs  of  fin  and  death  ; 
And  let  them  feel  a  life  divine, 

And  be,  O  God,  forever  thine. 

HYMN  LXXXV.—ne pilgrims  fong, 
1.VE  foll'wers  oi  the  heav'nly  King, 

•*■      Who  think  your  journey  long, 
Come  as  we  journey  let  us  frog 

A  note  of  Sion's  fong. 
2.  We  will  forget  all  things  behind, 

And  ev'ry  idol  dear, 
We're  to  the  heav'nly  lands  inclhVd, 

And  thai  blefl  land  is  near. 


H    r   M    N    S.  108 

3.   Away  from  earthly  charms  and  friends, 

We'll  bid  you  all  adieu, 
Uilefs  you  join  (he  pilgrims  hands. 

And  br  a  ptl^rinr)  too. 

4  Wc'ie  bought  with  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
And  muft  forfaRe  y.bU  u!i  ; 

Our  malter  calls  us  home  to  God, 
And  we'll  obey  the  call. 

5  Soon  we  Ih^ll  -fee  the  happy  day, 
And  walk  the  pea<  eiui  thjte  : 

Our  doubts  and  fears  oedoric  away, 

And  we  (hall  mourn  no  more. 

HYMN  Lxxxvr.— Chrift  calling  of  [inner  s. 
I.  "fO.Vi£,  faith  ihe  Lwid,  O  Tinners  come, 

^  "  And  make  my  kingdom  your  bltft  home, 
*'  And  you  (nail  leave  all  dea  h  and  pain, 
"  And  in  etecnal  glory  reign. 
2-  "  My  aims  of  love  are  tiretch'd  for  you, 
"  O  come,  and  bid  your  fears  adieu  ; 
««  From  foes  ar  d  dorms  I'll  give  you  reffe 
11  And  make  your  fouls  forever  bleif . 
3.  "  Say,  will  you  with  my  people  go, 
•«  And  be  redeem'd  from  endlefs  wo  ? 
"  O  come  and  have  your  fins  forgiv'n, 
"  And  Jade  (he  boundlefs  joys  of  heav'n.'' 

HYMN  ■Lxxxvu.*—De firing  Chrift  above   ail  things, 
I.  yjETHINKS  I  long  «o"tee  thy  face, 

A  -*•     O  tnou  indulgent  God, 
To  tafte  the  fweetnefs  of  thy  grace, 

And  fpread  thy  name  abroad, 
2  Jefus  let  thy  heav'nly  arms, 

Encircle  me  around, 
And  lift  my  heart  above  the  charms, 

Of  this  enchanted  ground. 

3.  Let  lofty  ihemes  my  foul  infpire 
To  foar  for  joys  above  ; 

My  heart  inflame  with  the  fweet  fire 
Of  thir.e  immorial  love. 

4.  O  let  the  glories  of  thy  name, 


io9  H    r   M    N    ft 

My  life  and  breath  employ, 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  of  thought  inflame 

With  pure  feraphic  joy. 
HYMN  lxxxviil— Longing  for   mttknefs  and  humility, 
i.  /"\  For  the  fpirit  ol  the  Dove, 

*^     To  bow  this  heart  of  mine  ! 
Lord  let  my  foul  enjoy  thy  love, 

And  find  a  peace  divine. 

2.  O  for  the  meeknefs  of  the  Lamb, 
To  walk  tviih  thee,  my  God  ! 

Then  fhould  I  feel  thy  lovely  name, 
And  feed  upon  thy  word, 

3.  Jefus,  I  long  to  love  thee  more, 
And  life  divine  purfue 

I  leve  thy  worfhip,  name  adore, 
In  fengs  forever  new. 

H  Y  M  N  ixxxix.— Cod's  grace  is  free, 

1.  "PREE  is  the  mercy  of  our  God, 

•*•       And  free  me  Saviour  fpih  his  blood  ; 
And  now,  O  mourning  foul,  for  thee, 
His  boundlefs  grace  is  offer'd  free. 

2.  You  are  furrounded  with  his  love, 
And  courted  to  the  joys  above; 
There's  no  excufe  ;  why  will  you  die  ; 
O  fly,  poor  fouls,  to  Jefus  fly. 

3.  Immortal  crowns  are  freely  giv'n  ; 
The  word  ot  fouls  may  go  to  heav'n  ; 
If  they  will  now  to  Jefus  go, 

They  fhall  all  tafte  of  heav'n  below. 

H     Y     M    M      XC.—Thc  fame; 

ONG  has  the  Saviour  ca'.l'dior  thee, 
O  (inner,  but  in  vain; 
And  yet  his  goodnefs  is  fo  free, 

He  calls  for  thee  again. 
2».  And  will  you  (till  abufe  fuch  love, 

And  difregard  his  call  ? 
Sav,  vvill  you  go  to  realms  above, 

Or  into  ruin  fall  } 
3.  O  let  the  Saviour  en:er  id, 


L( 


HYMNS.  no 

And  wholly  rule  your  heart  ; 
He'll  fave  you  from  your  death  and  fin, 

And  never  frcm  you  part. 
4.  He'll  give  your  wounded  fpirits  red. 

And  fave  your  fouls  from  woe  ; 
He'll  make  your  fouls  forever  bletf  ; 

What  more  can  Jefus  do  ? 

HYMN  xci . Heaven  begun  on  earth, 

1.  f\N  earth  I  know  immortal  love, 
^     And  tatte  of  all  the  joys  above  ; 

My  foul  enjoys  the  great  I  am  ; 
And  there's  no  pleafure  but  in  him. 

2.  My  light  is  but  a  feeble  ray, 
Yet  it  is  from  eternal  day  ; 
Nay,  joys  are  by  my  Jefus  giv'n, 
And  he  is  all  the  joys  of  hsav'n. 

3.  Though  in  myfelt  I  am  but  death, 
YetChriil  in  me  the  word  of  faith, 

Lifts  up  my  heart  to  realms  above, 
And  feeds  mc  with  immortal  love. 

4.  O  when  fhall  I  be  wholly  free  r 
I  wane  no  joys,  O  God,  but  thee  ; 
Thou  art  my  all,  my  lite,  my  peace, 
In  thee  my  joys  fhall  never  ce<;fe. 

HYMN  xcii. The  vanity  of  ail  but  Chrifi. 

1.  r\  What  are  all  thefe  earthly  toys, 

^     Compar'd  with  heav'ns  immortal  joys, 
The  world  is  all  an  empty  found  ; 
But  O!  in  Chrift  true  joys  abound. 

2.  Why  will  the  world  for  fhadows  rove, 
And  turn  'heir  backs  on  Jefus'  love  ? 
Why  will  they  choofe  the  road  to  hell, 
When  they  might  in  lull  glory  dwell  \ 

3.  In  Jefus  is  immortal  love, 
In  h'.m  i=  all  ihe  joys  above  ; " 
In  him  is  everlaiting  peace. 
Nor  will  his  glories  ever  ceafe, 
4t  A  rife  ye  fons  of  fallen  earth, 
To  life  by  an  immortal  binh  ; 

K 


in  H   r  M   N   s. 

The  God  of  all  the  hofts  above 
Surrounds  you  wiih  eternal  love. 

HYMNxcrn.' Longing  iofcci  ihs  ttamt  ofChrift* 

1.  £\  For  the  name  of  Chrift  unprefs'd 
^-"^     With  grace  and  love  divine, 

as  feals,  O  God,  upoa  rry  bread, 
To  be  forever  thine. 

2.  O  may  thy  name  my  foul  infpire 
To  reach  the  realms  above  ; 

I  long  to  fee!  that  heav'nly  fire, 
And  drink  immortal  love. 

3.  My  foul  would  live  in  Jems'  name3 
And  know  no  other  good  ; 

Where  e'er  I  go  his  love  proclaim, 
And  feaft  on  angels  food. 

.  H  Y  M  N  XCr.—  Free  grace. 

1.  fT^HE  Saviour's  grace  is  free, 

-*•       And  .flows  without  a  bound  ; 
Come  flarving  turners,  taOeand  fee 
What  countlefs  fouls  have  found. 

2.  The  Saviour's  pafiing  by 
This  day,  and  calls  lor  you  ; 

Why  will  you  fink,  why  will  you  die., 
And  endlefs  pain  putfue  ? 

3.  The  great  Jehovah's  come 
With  Bis  unbounded  love, 

To  call  you  to  his  happy  home,. 
And  the  joyful  realms  above. 

4.  O  will  you  not  be  bleOi 
With  everiafring  joy  ? 

Or  will  you  lofe  eternal  reft 
For  but  an  empty  toy. 

H  Y  M  N  xcv. — The  mourning  [inner* 
j,  f~\  Halplef?,  wretched  fouU^m  I. 
~- '     Wi'hout  a  heav'nl-y  friend  ! 
What  flail  I  do  ?   Where  Oiat)  I  fly  § 

When  will  my  for  rows  end  r 
2.  Ward'ring  1  fpend  my  clays  in  grief, 
And  through  Jong  nights  complain  j 


H   T    M    N    S.  ii* 

O  ftnll  I  ever  find  relief, 

l«V>tn  darknefs;  guilt  Arid  pa'u  ? 
3.  O  mult  I  waftsmy  moments  fo, 

W.ibout  the  frailei  of  heav'n  ; 
O  muft  I  never,  never  know 

My  num'rous  fins  FergW'rj  ! 
4    Since  Jefus  bled,  and  grosfrtJ,  and  died, 

To  fave  the  vileft  race  ; 
Why  muft  I,  mull  I  be  deny'd, 

A  (hare  in  his  free  grace. 
5,  Eat  ah  I  the  Lord  will  n:'e;  deny 
■  My  wretched  foul  relief  ; 
And  ii  in  fin  at  hi\  I  die, 

It's  by  my  unbelief. 
H  Y  M  N   xcvi.—The  fUgr'wfs  parting  Ejmn, 
e.  /">OiViE  cheerful  pilgrims,  let  us  join 

^     To  fing  a  parting  fong  ; 
Our  no:es  (hall  be  on  themes  divine, 

From  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue. 

2.  The  Son  ol  David  is  our  Iricnd, 
Is  rofc  and  gone  before  ; 

Where  all  the  pilgrims  for  rows  en  J, 
And  doubts  are  known  no  more. 

3.  And  there  we  trull  e'er  long  to  be, 
And  with  our  Jefus  reign  ; 

From  all  our  fins  and  trials  frit. 

And  neiet  part  again. 
4   There  facred  jors,  and  rhemes  divine, 

Shall  ev'ry  foul  inflame  ; 
Each  one  mall  fay  u  the  Lord  is  MINB* 

And   "  WORTHY  IS  THE  LaMB," 

HYMN   xcvii.— To  the youth, 
1.  f\  Happy  youth,  that  in  the  bloom, 

^     Is  found  in  wifdom's  ways  ! 
Let  death  or  deflations  come, 

They  may  rejoice  and  praife, 
a.  Jefus  for  them  will  here  engage, 

With  his  kind  arms  of  love  ; 
And  when  theyc|uit  this  mor:ai  (tele, 


ii3  H    T   M    N    &. 

Receive  their  fouls  above. 

3.  O  then  awake  while  vigour  reignsB 
Dear  youth,  from  earthly  charms, 

Ye  that  are  yet  in  death  and  chains, 
Fiy  to  the  Saviour's  arms. 

4.  Believe  and  foon  your  fouls  (hall  reft„ 
And  find  your  fins  iorgiv'n  ; 

'Tisbis  delight  to  make  you  bleft. 

With  all  the  joys  oi  heav'n. 
5    In  blifs  yon  ihali  forever  dwell, 

In  per  reel  joy  and  light  ; 
While  the  defpiferr,  fink  to  hell, 

In  everlallmg  night. 

HYMN    xcviii.— Souls  invited to  heavt-tt,. 
*•     AS  boundlefs  as  the  realms  above, 
'*•**     Is  the  Redeemer's  dying  loye  ; 
And  the  eternal  joys  of  heav'n 
Is  to  the  viied  iinners  giv  n. 
2.   Impartial  grace  isfpsead  abroad  y 
There's  none  excluded  by  the  L'oid  ; 
And  ev'ry  foul  enjoys  theieaft, 
But  thofe  that  wiil  lefufe  to  tafte. 

3  This  goodnefc  knocks  at  ev'ry  doorB 
And  what  can  JeYusdBfef  mote  \ 

His  bleif-d  felt  to  tinners  giv'n. 
And  he  is  ail  rhejoy*  of  heav'n. 

4  O  iinners  from  dell rucVion  flee, 
\A  hite  Jefus  waits  and  calls  lor  thee, 
Bd  other  lovers  all  adieu, 

And  life  eiernai  is  tor  you. 

HYMN    xcix. — jefus  expofiu*latittgiatih-fi*ntn. 

1.  M   *!,  H.Y,  faith  the  Lord,  O  Iinners,  why 

v  V       »  Will  you  refufe  my  g.ace  and  die  ? 
"  Why  will  you  wade  your  life  and  breath, 
u  In  the  broad  joad  to  endlefs  death. 

2.  "  Freely  for  you  I   fpill  my  blood, 

•'  And  will  you  not  come  home  to  God  1 
11  Why  will  you  plunge  yourfelves  in  hell, 
"  When  youin  paie&t  blifs  might  dwell .1 


HTM    N    S.  114. 

3.  "  I  eniei'd  in  your  world  of  fin, 
il  To  (a<.e  you  from  eternal  pain  ; 

"  A^d  when  I  groanM  upon    he  tree, 
"  I     wa-,  poor  dying  fouls,  tor  thee. 

4.  M  And  will  you  Oil!  dcfpife  my  love, 
"  Ani  never  fee  hz  realms  above  r 

"  Why  will  you  effooie  eternal  night, 
11  Before  the  glorious  realms  01  light  ? 
g.  "  O  turn  poor  fiuncis,  turn  I  pray, 
"  And  I  will  take  your  guilt  away  ; 
"  Bid  ail  vourid  »l  gods  adieu, 
M  And  I  will  be  a  Goo  10  you. 

HYMN     C— The  ftupidity  of  the  world,  and  the  good- 
nefs  of  God. 

1.  r\  THE  dead  Hate  of  Adam's  race, 
^-^     Surrounded  w'nh  redeeming  grace, 

Wafting  their  days,  their  life  and  breath, 
For  (hides  that  lead    o  eodlefs  death. 

2.  Wh  le  Jefus  b'eeds  and  dies  for  the?!?, 
And  wans  and  woo-  to  get  them  home, 
They  thoofein  darknefs  ftill  to  dwell, 
And  laugh  the  downward  road  10  hell. 

3.  Where  e'er 1  hey  g'1,  what  e'er  they  do, 
The  Lord  do<h  (till  in  love  purfue, 
Intreaiing  them  to  turn  and  live, 

With  all  the  blefllngs  he  can  give. 

4   But  ftill  for  fome  poor  emp?y  found 

They  mlh  on  ftill,  to  ruin  bound, 

And  rdk  an  evei lading  mind 

While  ihey  purfue  their  chaff  and  wind. 

5.  Thus  millions  lafh  their  wand'ri-ng  chafe, 
'Till  they  conclude  the:r  mortal  race, 
Then  'wake  as  wand'ring  ftars  to  dwell 

In  their  own  biatkneP,  deah  and  he!!. 

6.  O  finneis  leave  'he  enchanted  ground* 
God's  love  is  ftill  without  a  bound  $ 

O  bid  !he  charms  of  earth  adieu, 
The  Lurd  is  waning  yet  for  you. 
K  k 


ii5  H    T   M    N 

6.  O  come  and  <a(le  immoral  lov:, 
And  ever  reign  in  realms  above  ; 
There  (lime  in  ever'afting  fame, 
And  give  the  glorv  to  the  Lamb. 


HYMNS    and  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

BOOK    III. 

Chiefly  cm fi fling  on  the  new  Birth,  and  the  knowledge   and 
joys  cj  that  glorious  work. 

HYMN  I.— The  foul's  difcovety  of  its  lofl  condition,  and 
its  glorious  deliverance, 

1.  TV^RK  and  diureffing  was  t he  day, 
A         When  o'er  the  difmal  gulf  I   lay, 

With  trembling  knees  and  fiutt'ring  breath, 
I  ftHulder'i!  on  the  brink  of  deaih. 

2.  Dc(tru6tion  yawned  on  ev'ry  fide, 
I  faw  no  refuge  where  to  hide, 

Ten  thoufand  foes  befet  me  round, 
No  friend  nor  cc  mf<  rter  I  found. 

3.  I  groan'd  and  cry'd,  while  torn  with  grief* 
Bu\  noneappeai'd  tor  my  relief, 

'Till  Chritf  the  Saviour  pafling  by* 
Lor'k'd  en  me  with  a  pitying  eye, 

4.  His  love  did  all  my  fears  controul, 
Subdu'd  mj  foes  and  heard  my  foul  j 
His  goodnefs  wipM  my  tears  away, 
And  turn'd  my  daiknefs  into  day. 

5.  He  brought  me  from  the  gates  of  hell.* 
The  wonders  of  riis  grace  to  tell  ; 

O  may  he  now  infpire  my  tongue 
To  make  his  lovely  name  my  long.. 

6.  Fain  would  1  live  to  fpeak  his  praife, 
And  always  point  to  wifdom's  ways ; 
That  other  fouls  his  love  may  know, 
And  fpeak  his  boundlefs  goodnefs  too. 


H    T    M    N    S.  n6 

HYMN    II.— Acknowledging  the  great  love  o/Chrift' 

1.  tlOW  great,  O  Jefus,  was  thy  love, 
"     To  ieave  tor  me  the  realms  above  ! 

And  to  this  wretched  world  defcend, 
To  be  my  Saviour  and  my  friend ! 

2.  1 1  was  for  me  »hou  freely  bled, 
And  bow'd  thy  great  majeftic  head  ; 
Then  gave  thy  laft  expiring  breath, 
To  fave  me  from  eternal  death. 

3.  My  foul  !  and  did  the  Son  of  God 
Give  up  his  life  and  fpill  his  blood. 
To  give  to  me  his  joy  and  reft, 
With  him  as  one  forever  bleft. 

4.  Then  let  ten  thoufaud  praifes  be 
To  ihee,  O  bleflld  Lamb,  to  thee! 
And  in  thofe  {trains  with  all  my  heart, 
May  I  forever  bear  my  part  ! 

HYMN  UL— The  effects  of  faith 

1.  "lESUS,  my  Lord,  increafe  my  taiih, 
J      And  fill  me  with  thy  love; 

That  I  may  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  thefe  rocks  remove. 

2.  There's  nothing  elfe  (hat  can  fuffice, 
Or  make  my  heart  rejoice  ? 

'Tis  faith  that  all  my  wants  fupplies, 
And  lifts  mv  cheerful  voice. 

3.  When  e'er  I  fee!  »haJ  faith  divine, 
I  clime  to  realm?  of  bhfs  ; 

1  feel  the  blefled  Lord  is  mine, 
And  know  that  I  am  his. 

4.  to  hen  I  have  faith,  I  feel  and  hear 
Good  tidings  from  above  ; 

Fatth  bids  my  foul  with  joy  appear, 

In  the  fweet  realms  of  1  ve.  , 

5    Then  mount  my  foul  on  wings  of  fakir, 
Sketch  ev'ry  pow'rawav  ; 

And  leave  the  clogs  of  fin  and  death,, 
To  reach  eternal  day. 


ii7  H   r  M    N    S. 

HTMN   JV. Under  *  fen  ft  of  God's  goodneft. 

1.  f^kEVT  was  thy  love, O God,  tome, 
^      When  cv'ry  helper  fa.lM! 

And  had  nor  thou  have  fet  me  free, 
My  loss  had  foon  prevaii'd. 

2.  O  may  I  ne'er  forget  thy  grace, 
L  >ng  as  I  draw  my  breaih  ! 

Bii'    ell  how  free  thy  gor  dnefs  is, 
'Till  voice  is  loll  in  deaih 

3.  Then,  then,  wi»h  all  thy  faints  above, 
1  fh.»l!  forever  reign, 

And  found    nine  everlailing  love, 
In  Otoe  immoral  (train. 

4.  One  1  (hall  be  with  mat  b'eft  Lamb, 
That  bled  and  dud  for  me  ; 

Enjoy  his  love,  .hat  facred  fLme, 
To  all  eterni  y. 

HTMN    V.  - On  the  day  of  efpoujak. 

1.  CWLET  was  the  day,  and  great  ihe  joy, 
^     When  Jefus  fpoketfce  faving  word, 

Which  did  my  tears  and  toes  dcftioy, 
And  told  my  fcul  he  was  my  Lord. 

2.  Then  drank  my  foul  of  living  ftreams, 
And  led  up<r?n  redeeming  love  ; 

This  world  appear'd  like  (hades  and  dreams, 
While  I  with  rapture  foai'd  above. 

3.  Ah  then  I  thought  no  more  to  (fray 
For  pleafures  round  this  moral  (hore, 

And  when  my  foul  was  drawn  a(ttay. 

The  earth  fupply'd  my  wan*s  no  more 
4  But  he  that  lovM  my  foul  at  fiifr, 

Smil'd  and  reviv'd  my  joys  again  ; 
On  htm  my  cheerful  foul  could  trull, 
And  loft  my  farrows  and  my  pain. 

HTMN  VI, — Shn  comforted,  or  religion  reviving. 
I.  T"\ARK  was  the  da>,  bug  ieats  were^reat, 

*~^     Aid  mournful  was  our  captive  fong, 
When  wandering  our  capive  ita  e, 

And  all  cur  threading  lues  were  ftrong. 


H    T   M    N    S.  118 

2.  Sing  us  afong  of  Sim  now, 
They  laughing  in  der. fieri  falcl  ; 

Ojr  harps  were  hung,  our  hopes  were  low, 
And  all  our  fouls  a    prey  was  made. 

3.  Twas  hard  to  fyeak  of  Sion  <hen, 

And  hard  10  think  our  God  would  fail  ; 
How  could  we  bear  that  cruel  men 
Should  triumph,  and  at  laft  prevail  ! 

4.  Thtn  did  the  pow'rs  oi  bell  blafpheme, 
Becaufenur  broken  wails  were  love. 

Saying  *'  IVbtre  is  your  btajled  fame  ? 

"  And  where  s  your  mighty  Saviour  now  fli 

5.  But  in  the  midli  ol  all  our  grief, 

Our  God  made  known  dehv'ring  power  ; 
Hisarmappear'd  for  our  relief, 

And  brought  the  long  defired  hour. 

6.  Soon  he  exoel'd  the  gloomy  fhade, 

Our  hopes,  and  ftrength,  and  joys  reftor'd  ; 
The  lambs  v>hich  Irom  his  fold  had  ftray'd, 
He  call'd,  and  fed  around  his  board. 

7.  'Tis  now  we'll  fwg  the  Valor's  fong, 
And  laud  our  heavenly  Capiain's  name  ; 

Eternal  praife  to  him  belongs, 

While  all  our  oesare  cloh'd  with  fhame» 

8.  All  glory  be  to  Sun's  King, 

Whofe  love  redeem'd  us  from  our  wo  \ 
Let  faints  above  his  praifes  fmg, 
And  we  with  humbler  no:es  below. 

HYMN   VII. Wondering  at  Cod's  gr  act* 

1.  /^KE  A  F  was  the  Saviour's  love, 
^-*     When  for  mv  foul  he  came  ! 

Fur  me  b- left  the  realms  above, 
And  b'efled  be  his  n3me  \ 

2.  My  fuul  had  Goon  defpair'd 
In  tha  diltrefling  hour, 

IfChrift  hadno*  my  friend  appearM 
With  his  almighty  pow'r. 

3.  He  fp;ke  the  healing  Word, 
And  bid  ihe  (lore*  10  ceafe ; 


n9  H    T   M    N     & 

fte  told  me  he  would  be  my  God, 
And  give  me  laQing  peace. 

4.  O  what  a  feaft  divine 
My  foul  did  then  enjoy  I 

Then  I  could  fay  my  God  was  mine, 
Nor  could  my  foes  deftroy. 

5.  Now  let  my  cheerful  foul 
On  earth  thy  love  proclaim, 

And  when  thefe  hours  ihali  ceafe  to  roll, 
Sound  thine  eternal  fajne. 

//"  2'  M  N  VI II. A  mlrccle  of  grace, 

1.  /~\  How  diftreffing  was  <he  fcene, 

^     When  footi  I  thought  to  take  my  flight, 
Wiih  but  a.flui'ring  bjea»h  between 
My  foul  and  ever'afting  mgbt, 

2.  My  wafting  b.nly  rack'd  with  pain, 
And  ling'iing  on  the  ve>ge  of  death  ; 

All  helps  to  fave  my  foul  were  vain, 
Or  yet  to  lengthen  out  my  breath. 

3.  But  in  that  mod  diftrdling  hour 
When  all  my  foul  was  torne  with  grief, 

Jefus  vvi  h  his  almighty  pov.,rr 
Appear'd  in  love  to  my.  relief, 

4.  O  what  a  friesjd  did  he  appear 
To  my  defpairing  guilty  foul ! 

His  goodt\efs  ban.fh'd  ail  my  fear, 

And  made  my  wounded  conference  whole 

5.  Ten  thoufand  tongues  can  ne'er  c-xpiefsj. 
The  gteatnefs  of  his  love  to  mc  ; 

He  brought  my  foul  irom  deep  diftrefs. 
And  bid  me  drink  ot  pleafure  free. 

6.  O  Jefus  let  me  ne'er  forget 

The  fcenes  of  that  Important  hour  ; 
I  love  redemption  from  the  pit ; 
But  O  i  1  love  thy  goodnefs  more. 
HYMN  IX. — -Amazed  at  the  flotf  oj  Jehovah. 
1.   \7[7HY  did  Jehovah  think  on  me, 
*  v       And  fave  my  foul  from  hell  ? 
Could  he  come  down  to  bleed  [o  free 


//    T   M    N    S.  120 

That  I  with  him  might  dwell  ! 
1.  O  pleafing  thought  !  a  tru=h  divine ! 

I've  heard  lhe  joyful  found  ; 
My  foul  has  drunk  of  heav'nly  wine, 

For  Jefus  I  have  found. 

3.  Ten  thoufar.d  praifes,  O  thou  Lamb, 
Un'o  thy  name  is  due  ; 

And  I  (hall  found  ihy  worthy  fame 
In  rapture?  ever  new. 

H  T  M  N    X. A  pilgrim' s  fong, 

1.  XT/  ITH  God's  people  let  us  go, 

*  *       Heart  and  hand  while  here  below  5 
Run  with  joy  the  chriftian  race, 
Tell  and  ling  redeeming  grace. 

2.  He  that  lov'd  us  foon  will  come, 
Wipe  our  tears  2nd  call  us  home ; 
Then  we'll  fee  the  peaceful  (hare, 
Where  the  pilgrims  part  no  more. 

3    Soon  we'll  reign  with  Chnft  above, 
Solace  in  his  boundlefs  love» 
'Trailing  fcenes  bear  us  away, 
Raptures  of  eternal  day. 

4.  Shout  ye  pilgrims,  lift  your  voice  ; 
Jefus  lives,  let  us  rejoice  ; 

Travel  on  a  few  fteps  more, 
Then  your  weary  days  are  o'er. 
HYMN    XL—Ghrifl's   Ambaffadors  inviting  offn:xsrs. 

1.  ClNNERS  this  day  'he  Saviour  (lands, 
^With  crowns  and  paidons  in  his  hands  ; 

O  be  intrcated  to  receive, 

What  the  Redeemer  waits  to  give. 

2.  All  thofe  that  have  embracM  she  call, 
Have  found  thic  Jefus  all  in  all  ; 

And  O !  he  lland.s  a^  free  for  you, 
Come  fi-mcrs  (hare  his  goodncfs  too. 

3.  He  pluck'd  us  from  the  jaws  of  hell ; 
In  paradife  h*?  makes  us  d /veil  \ 

O  b;d  your  idols  a!)  adieo, 
And  go  with  us  to  glory  too. 


jar  HYMNS. 

4.  He  wauVd  us  in  his  precious  blood  ; 
Seais  us  among  the  fons  oi  God  ; 
And  you  wiih  us  may  have  a  feat, 

And  wiih  u«  all  in  glory  meet. 

5.  His  b'efled  ways  are  ways  of  peace, 
Nt  will  his  gooclnefs  ever  ceafe  ; 

O  come,  poor  Tinners,  tafte  and  fee 

How  happy  all  his  children  be. 

6    Come  now  and  have  your  fins  forgiv'n, 

And  walk  wiih  us  the  road  to  heav'n  ; 

We've  bid  all  other  loves  adieu  ; 

O  come  and  love  our  Jefus  too. 

7.  Say  will  you  wih  us  pilgrims  join, 

And  feek  thofe  joys  which  are  divine  ? 

Immoral  plories  are  for  you, 

If  you  will  be  a  pilgrim  too. 

HYMN    X1L For    the    evening, 

I.  T   ORD  I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 

■*-J     Let  me  lean  upon  thy  breaft  ; 
Watch  my  pillow  while  I  deep, 
Thou  my  foul  and  body  keep. 
2-  If  in  death  I  clofe  my  e^e?, 
May  I  'wake  above  the  fkies  ; 
Reach  with  joy  the  peaceful  more, 
Where  I'll  need  this  fleep  no  more, 
3.  Ah  1  might  I  with  Jefus 'wake, 
All  my  fins  and  clogs  forfake, 
O  how  happy  fliould  I  be, 
Bicft  to  all  erernity  ! 

HYMN    XIII. A  miracle  of  grace. 

1.  "^fO  mortal  tongue  can  ever  »ell, 

*-   ■      The  horrors  of  that  gloomy  night, 
WhSn  I  hung  o'er  the  brnk  ot  hell, 
Expecl  ing  foqn  my  wre  ched  flight ! 

2.  I  felt  my  burden  wafle  my  life, 
Whde  guilt  did  ev'ry  hope  devour, 

Trembling  I  flretch'd  with  groans  and  flrifc 
Fortoefcape  the  dreadful  hour. 

3.  But  inihe  midftof all  my  grief* 


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The  great  MefTIah  fpoke  in  love  ; 
Hi?  arm  appeal  M  for  my  relief, 

And  bid  my  guilt  and  for  rows  move. 

4.  He  p'uck'd  me  from  the  jaws  ot  hell, 
With  his  almighty  arm  ot  pow'r  ; 

And  O  !  no  monal  tongue  can  tell, 
The  change  of  that  immortal  how] 

5.  Then  I  enjoy \i  a  fweet  releafe, 
From  chains  of  fin  and  pow'rs  of  death, 

My  foul  was  fill'd  with  heavn'ly  peace, 
My  groans  were  turr.M  to  praiiing  breath. 

6.  How  did  my  tongue  rejoice  to  iz\l 
The  goodnefs  ot  the  Lord  to  me  ! 

And  O  !  my  foul  with  him  (hall  dwell 
Ere  long  from  all  my  forrows  free. 

7.  O  may  I  live  to  fpread  his  nam?, 
While  mortal  life  with  me  remains, 

Then  will  I  found  his  lading  fame 
In  plory  with  immortal  ftrains. 
HYMN     XIV. Ike  happy  pats  ofchrifriatis, 

1.  OLEST  are  the  fouls  that  ever  knew 
"^     The  great  Redeemer's  name  ; 

Sure  they  may  bid  their  fears  adieu, 
And  truft  and  praife  the  Lamb. 

2.  Although  ten  thoufand  foes  befet 
Their  fouls  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Jefus  fecurely  guide?  their  feet, 
On  him  they  may  confiie. 

3.  He  feeds  them  from  his  table  free, 
And  holds  them  in  his  hand, 

And  foon  their  happy  fouls  (hall  fee 

The  bleft  and  heav'nly  land. 
4    There  they  fhaU  folace  in  his  lore, 

Relea^M  from  heav'nly  pain  ; 
Reign  with  the  Lord  in  realms  above, 

And  never  fina&ain. 


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HYMN    XV. Remembering  the  J<*y  •fe/ptttfuts, 

i.    .'-\NlEon    he  bunk  olendiefs  dcaih 

^     I  tbodexpo.s'd  at  ev'ry  breath  j 
Tumbling  I  faw  the  gub  below 
Yawnrfg  with  everiaftiog  wo. 
2..  But  in  she  mod  difheffing  hour, 
When  ruin  ihrea'enM  to  devour, 
The  finners  friend  cams  pairing  by, 
And  lork'J  on  me  wi;h  pitying  eye. 
g.   To  him  I  freely  g:ve  my  will ; 
He  bid  mourn  Sinai's  roar  be  ftill  ; 
He  made  my  tears  and  furrows  ceafe, 
And  bleft  me  ws.h  a  heav'nly  peace. 
4.  I  felt  his  arms  01  love  abound, 
His  chesting  grace  heai'd  every  wound  ; 
Vvvh  his  o%n  blood  he  walVd  my  foul. 
And  made  my  wounded  Spirit  whole, 
c.   Then  while   I  walkM  in  heav'nly  light, 
No  more  I   tear'd  the  ihades  ot  night ; 
But  ah  !  how  f  ;on  I  turn'd  from  God, 
And  loft  the  fweetnefs  of  his  word. 
6.  Yet  bltiTed  be  his  worthy  name, 
His  love  io  me  was  ftill  the  fame  ; 
And  pray'd  and  vow'd  no  more  to  rove 
From  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 

HYMN    XVI.—  The  pilgrim's  fing. 

1.  /~OMEye  that  knew  the  blelled  name 
'v   ^     Oi  Chrift  our  bleeding  friend, 
We'll  all  as  one  pur  foe  the  Lamb, 

Till  mortal  notes  ftiall  end. 

2.  Although  we  walk  through  defert  lands, 
Where  [terms  of  for  rows  fly, 

We're  led  by  the  Redeemer's  hand, 

To  brighter  c»ime<  on  high. 
a.   We  will  not  think  out  journey  long, 

Nor  cail  our  trials  great ; 
We'll  cheer  <  ur  fpiritfl  with  a  fong, 

Through,  all  our  mortal  Hate. 
x>n  ftu'l  our  for  rows  be  no  mere, 


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For  we  (hall  foar  above, 
And  walk  with  joy  that  bltfsfu!  (bore, 
Where  no  hine  rei^M.-,  but  love 
HYA1N     XVIL—The  vanity  of  all  things  [a I  CI: 

1.  '"J "HIS  world  vvnh  a!!  hei  joys, 

*       Would  ftarve  a  hungry  mind, 
But  when  I  hear  my  Saviour's  voice, 
Substantial  joys  1  find. 

2.  When  I  can  taltc  his  love, 
And  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 

Thai  I  (hall  reign  with  him  above, 
It  takes  my   tears  away. 

3.  Then  I  can  bio  adieu 

To  ev'ry  ihreai'ning  ft->rm  ; 
With  joy  my  Jefus  I  puifue, 
And  fing  his  lovely  name. 

4.  O  then  my  foul  is  bled, 
Wi?h  peace  and  joy  divine  ; 

Then  I  begin  eternal  reft, 

And  know  that  heav'n  is  mine, 

HYMN    XVllL—Afing  ofpr*i/s  to  &rtjk 

1.  CHOUT  all  j e armies  ol  the  iky, 

^     The  praifes  of  ;he  Lord  mofi  high,, 

And  found  his  bleft  incarnate  name. 
Let  all  your  heav'niy  arches  found. 
With  joy  refcund,  with  joy  refound» 

All  glory  to  the  heav'niy  Lamb ! 

2.  A  God,  O  think  1  defcends  to  dwell 
Among  the  wretched  heirs  of  hell, 

And  bleeds  a  rebel  world  to  fave  j 
A  God  an  rniant  of  a  fpan, 
The  Son  ol  man,  the  Son  of  man, 

Come  to  fubdue  death  and  the  grave. 

3.  O  mortals  bid  your  flo.'h  adieu, 
The  God  himfeli  has  com*  that  you 

Might  in  his  glorious  kingdom  dwell  $ 
Behold  he  groans  in  agonies, 
And  freely  dies,  and  Irecly  dies. 

To  fave  your  wretched  fouls  from  hell. 


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4.  Let  ev'ry  mortal  join  ihe  long, 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  to  him  belong, 

Ail  hail  ihou  blett  incarnate  name  ; 
Let  old  and  young,  and  rich  and  poor, 
This  God  adore,  this  God  adore, 

Who  dies  to  rear  our  lafting  lame. 

HYMN  XIX.— Rememberitig  th<  efpoufals  to  Chrift. 

1.  /"»AN  I  forget  that  dreadful  day 
^When  wall'wing  in  my  fins  I  lay, 

And  ev'ry  moment,  ev'ry  breath, 
Expecting  ever'affing  death. 

2.  Long  nights  of  griei  I  waded  through, 
\Vi;h  earth  and  hell  again 0  me  too  ; 
With  »hrear*ning  fees  and  ftorms  around, 
My  naked  foul  to  refuge  found. 

3.  I  groan'd  andcry'd,  but  all  in  vain, 
Nothing  remcv'd  my  guilt  and  pain, 
'Tiii  Jefus  fpoke  she  faving  word,. 
An<>  br  ught  my  guilty  foul  to  God. 

4.  H  *  61  I'd  me  with  his  love  divine, 
And  told  my  foul  that  he  was  mine  j 
He  wip'd  my  tears  of  grief  away, 
And  'u»n'd  my  darknefs  into  day. 

5.  Then  while  I  kit  his  cheering  voice, 
I  leap'd,  I  prais'd,  and  I  rejoic'd  ; 
And  lun^'d  to  teil  the  world  around 
What  a  blefi  friend  mv  fool  had  found. 

HYMN  XX.—Ths  chriftian's  rcc^ucfi. 
1    f\  Might  1  always  ieel  the  p>w'r 

V     Ol  'has  eternal  life  divine, 
Then  could  I  fay  at  every  hour, 

That  3  was  his,  and  he  was  mine. 

2.  Then  happy  days  I  fhould  enjoy, 
While  f cafring  on  my  Saviour's  love, 

H»s  pratfes  fhould  my  tongue  employ, 
<\rd  o'er  his  beauties  I  would  rove. 

3,  I  fhould defpife  the  joys  of  earth, 
And  ulories  which  the  world  admire, 

Fox  all  their  grandeur  and  their  mirth 


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Is  far  too  low  for  my  defue. 

4.  I'd  bid  adieu  to  all  their  dreams  ; 
Their  pleafures  would  nor  do  for  me  *y 

Redeeming  love  ftiould  be  my  theme, 
And  God  my  only  por'ion  be. 

5.  Long  as  I  felt  the  heav'nly  charms* 
And  rafted  the  immortal  food, 

I  would  not  leave  my   Siviour's  arm?, 
F  »r  countlefs  years  01  earthly  good. 

6.  I  count  the  fweeinefr  of  his  grace 
More  than  a  thoufand  worlds  to  me; 

Omay  I  fee  him  lace  to  face, 

AnU  vThere  he  is  there  let  me  be. 

HYMN  XXL A  pilgrim's  fong. 

EN  ihoufand  ptaife*  to  the  hand 
Th3t  leads  us  through  this  ban  en  land, 

Safe  from  the  pow'rs  ot  hell  and  death  ! 
O  let  us  love  his.  v»orihy  name, 
And  join  tofpread  his  latting  tame, 

Until  our  laft  expiring  breath  > 
1.  We'll  praife  him  tor  his  kindnefs  pall, 
And  irufthimnMt  while  time  (hall  laft, 

And  love  and  fing  our  journey  through  5 
Soon  we  mall  hear  our  mafter  fay, 
'*  Arife,  ye  pilgrims,  hafte  away, 

11  And  bid  your  forrows  all  adieu. 
3.  Then  in  ihofe  peaceful  realms  of  left. 
Among  the  famts  forever  bleft, 

Eternal  anthems  we  (hall  fing  ; 
There  (hall  our  happy  fpirits  rove, 
G'er  'he  unbounded  fea  of  love, 

And  reign  with  our  immortal  King. 
HYMN  XX I L — Ait  is  vanity  and far  row   without   Cbrijh 

1.  '"pHl^  v.orld  ia  but  an  empty  found, 

1       With  all  its  belt  delight  ; 
The  brighteftdays  that  here  is- found* 
Is  bu«  a  tedious  nighf. 

2.  Lord  leave  me  not  to  wander  here 
Withum  thy  finiling  face  ; 

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O  let  mc  find  thee  always  near 
To  cheer  me  with  thy  grace. 

3.  Where  fti3li  my  weary  foul  retire, 
To  find  a  moment's  red  r"    • 

Or  where  for  happintfs  afpipe, 
Bur  to  my  Savioui's  breaft  ? 

4.  Dear  Jcfus,  fill  my  foul,  1  pray> 
With  thy  redeem ing  love  ; 

O  fake  a!!  unbelief  away, 
And  bear  my  heart  above. 

5.  Then  might  I  live  to  praife  thy  name, 
And  walk,  C  God,  wi»h  thee  ; 

And  tell  the  world  of  that  b'eft  Lamb, 
That  £ave  his  life  for  me. 

'HYMN  XXI L— Acknowledging  God's  grace. 

1.  /"^KEAT  was  thy  goodnefs,  O  my  God, 

To  Inch  a  wrech  as  me  ! 
'Twas  love  that  fpread  thy  grace  abroad, 
And  brought  me  home  to  rhee. 

2.  Long  as  1  live  O  let  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  that  grace 

Tha'  brought  me  from  the  jaws  of  fieil, 

Unto  she  heav'nly  feaft. 
3*  O  could  1  through  ail  nations  rove, 

With  the  Redeemer's  name; 
I'd  tell  the  wonders  of  his   love, 

And  his  tree  grace  proclaim. 
4   And  O  !  when  I  mould  leave  this  fhore, 

For  brighter  worlds  above, 
My  rap'ut'd  foul  iho:  Id  (fill  adore 

This  God  of  buundlefs  love. 
HYMN  XXIV.—  On  the  happy   hour  of  converfioK. 
i.   {  \  Happy  hour,  and  iweet  the  pl^ce, 

^^  Whe;e  firif  I  knew  redeeming  grace  ; 
*T\vas  then  I  drank  of  joys  divine, 
And  Chrifl  the  bleeding  Lamb  was  mine. 
2   His  arm  was  reach'd  from  realms  above, 
And  fii'd  n>y  foul  with  htav'nlv  love  ; 
And  taught  my  ftamm'iing  tongue  to  ling, 


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The  conquefts  of  my  bleeding  King. 

3.  Secure  I  fat  beneath  his  fhade, 
While  on  his  bread  I  lean'd  my  head  5 
WondY.nfi;  with  joy,  that  ever  he 
Should  look  on  fuch  a  wre:ch  as  me* 

4.  Ah  happy  happy,  was  ibe.day  ! 
My  tears  01  ftrief  were  wip'd  away  ; 
And  I  was  brought  from  death  and  hell, 
The  goodnefs  ot  the  Lord  to  tell. 

HYMN  XXV.- The  drift  ian  pilgrims. 

1.  ^OME  let  us  join  in  heatt  and  hand, 
^     Ye  feilow.pilgrims  dear  ; 

We're  hatt'ning  to  the  heav'nly  land, 
And  the  bright  morn  is  near. 

2.  We  mud  all  earthly  charms  adieu, 
If  we  purfue  the  Lord  ; 

We'll  fight  the  (torm  of  for  rows  through, 
And  feed  upon  his  word. 

3.  We  muff  keep  near  our  blefled  Lord, 
While  trav'lmg  here  below, 

With  joy  we'll  walk  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  ling  where  e'er  we  go. 

4.  God  is  our  friend,  we  need  not  fear, 
Our  loes  (hail  near  prevail  ; 

His  arm  ot  love  is  always  near, 
Nor  can  his  goodnefs  fail. 

5.  May  grace  attend  our  trying  way, 
And  love  infpire  each  brealt, 

To  wait  us  on  without  delay, 
To  our  eternal  red  ! 

6.  Soon  we  fhall  fing  the  Victor's  fong, 
On  the  celeltial  fhore, 

Ajndjoin  the  vaft  angeiic  throng, 

Then  we  IhaU  part  no  more,. 

HYMN    XXn.—n?  chrijliam  parting  Hym», 
I.  /~\NC£  more  we'll  join  betore  we  part, 

^^     To  fing  with  ev'ry  voice  and  heart  j 
Since  Jefus  is  our  God  a;  d  K;u£, 
Sure  we  with  humble  joy  may  ling, 


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2.  Our  heart  and  voice  belongs  to  God, 
Who  bought  us  with  his  precious  blood ; 
Then  when  we  parr,  where  e'er  we  rove. 
Let  earn  proclaim  redeeming  love. 

3.  And  when  our  work  is  done  below 
We'll  bid  adieu  to  all  our  wo; 

Shall  leave  our  fears,  and  take  our  flight,. 
To  climes  of  uncreated  light. 

4.  There  we  (ball  with  archangels  join 
In  themes  of  love  and  joys  divine  ; 
And  there  with  raptuies  we  (hall  fee 
The  Lamb  that  bled  lor  you  and  me. 

5.  Then,  then,  dear  pilgrims,  we  (hall  ling" 
Immortal  (trains  to  God  our  King  ; 

O  the  fweet  realms  ot  joy  and  peace, 
Where  joys  divine  fhall  never  ceafe. 

HX/m  XXVII. On  the  Saviour's  love* 

ive  with  me, 
take  me  near  to  thee  j 
Where  I  it  ray,  where  t\  r  I  rove, 
Let  me  teaft  upon  thy  love. 

2.  Love  alone  can  cheer  my  foul; 
Love  doth  all  my  loescontroul ; 
Love  unites  my  foul  to  thee, 
Sets  my  heart  from  forrows  free. 

3.  Love  has:  brought  my  foul  from  hell  5 
Love  makes  me  in  fafety  dwell, 
Makes  tne  fing  with  cheerful  voice,. 
Over  death  and  hell  rejoice. 

4.  Hafle  my  blefleri  Lord  I  pray, 
Take  all  things  but  love  away  , 
Fill  me  with  thy  love  divine  \ 
Love  (hail  make  me  wholly  thine. 

5.  Help  me  Lord  where  e'er  I  rove* 
To  pioclaim  redeeming  love  ; 

Let  me  never  leave  my  friend, 
T  II  >his  moral  life  fliall  end. 

6.  Then  (hail  love  my  foul  inflame, 
I  wrep'd  up  in  Jefuj?  name  ; 


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There  the  God  of  love  adore, 
Love  (hall  reign  forever  more. 
7.  Sailing  through  the  climes  above, 
Drink  and  Ting  immortal  love  ; 
Love  (hall  all  oik  hods  inflame  ; 
All  in  love  with  Chrift  the  Lamb. 

hTI\lN   XXVlII.—Ckoofuig  ofCbriJf, 

1.  /~\  Lord  I  count  all  things  but  lof  , 
^     And  all  the  joys  of  eaith  but  drofs,. 

Until  thy  blelTed  felf  I  find  ; 
Give  me  my  portion  in  thy  love, 
A  manfion  in  the  realms  ab  we, 

F<  r  that  alone  can  cheer  mv  mind. 
2  Dear  Jefus  (hew  thvfeli  to  me, 
And  bind  my  heart  all  up  in  thee, 

Nor  let  me  leave  the  ways  af  peace ; 
Feed  me  thou  lite  giving  word, 
Ami  !e  me  walk  with  thee  my  God, 

Till  earthly  climes  wi<h  me  ihall  ceafe, 

2.  Then  wilt  thou  call  mv  foul  away^ 
To  brighter  climes  of  heav'nly  day. 

To  dwell  loreveron  thy  brcaft  ; 
Bu:.  O  my  Jefus  can  it  be, 
That  I  (hall  ever  reign  with  thee, 

In  bcur.diefs  jo>s  forever  bleft  ! 
4.  Tis  there  beyond  death  and  the  grave* 
My  only  portion  «  ou'd  I  have, 

And  O  I  truft  by  grace  I  (hall  ; 
I  have  already  found  his  love, 
And  drank  of  the  fweet  joys  above, 

And  found  my  Jeftjy  is  mv  all. 

HYMN    XXIX.— The  heaven-born  foul 

1.  '"PEN  thoufand  praifes  to  thy  name, 

*-      O  thou  incarnate  God  ! 
fTwas  thou  that  bore  my  guilt  and  fhame,, 
And  walh'd  me  in  thy  blood. 

2.  Once  I  hung  o'er  eternal  death, 
A  ftranger  to  thy  love; 

Nor  all  the  joys  and  iiiends  on  earth 


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Could  make  my  woes  remo\e. 

3.  But  thou  btbeld  me  on  the  brink 
Of  blacknefs  and  defpair  ; 

Thou  would  not  let  the  Tinner  fink. 
But  did  ihy  love  declare. 

4.  Thou  rais'd  my  wretched  foul  from  hell. 
And  gave  me  joys  above, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue  fo  tell 
The  wonders  of  thy  love. 

5.  And  fincel've  known  thy  blefied  name, 
I've  found  the  lite  is  fure  ; 

My  Jefus  he  is  (till  the  fame, 
So  fhall  my  rock  endure. 
HYMN    XXX.— The  happy  flate  tfchrifliaxs, 

1.  'THINK,  O  my  foul,  how  b!eit  are  <hey 

VVhofe  names  and  portion  are  above  j 
Almighty  good  fiefs  guards  their  way, 
And  feeds  them  vvi  h  immortal  love. 

2.  Safely  they  tread  this  defen  through, 
Held  up  in  the  Redeemer's  hand, 

And  foon  they'll  bid  all  ftorms  adieu, 
And  reach  with  joy  the  heav'nly  land. 

3.  There  they  will  reft  in  endiefs  joy, 
Where  nothing  can  but  love  be  known, 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  of  thought  employ, 
To  gaze  on  the  cernal  throne. 

4.  Lord  may  1  be  fo  happy  too, 
And  nnd  my  lading  portion  there  j 

All  earthly  joys  I'd  bid  adieu, 
And  with  thy  faints  forever  (hare. 

HYMN    XXXI  —The  ckriflian's  done, 

1.  lESUSmyfoul  would  fain  2bidc 
J      Forever  humble  at  thy  feet  j 

I  want  no  o'her  place  to  hide, 
Nor  wifh  a  more  exalted  feat. 

2.  I  want  to  have  my  all  in  thee, 
United  with  unbounded  love, 

Nor  oiher  joys  my  foul  would  fee, 
Long  as  immortal  pow'rs  fhall  move* 


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3.  Willi  joyTd  tread  this  defer!  through, 
And  Itan  upon  my  Saviour's  hattl, 

And  love  divine  my  (hength  renew, 
To  prefs  toward  the  heiv'niy  'and. 

4.  Tnere,  b!eflt:d  Jcfu?,  wouiil  I  dwetf, 
With  thee  above  in  per!e£r  ptace, 

Far  from  tlie  ftorms  and  pow'rs  of  hell. 
Where  life  and  joy  (hall  never  eeafe. 

5.  Lord  thou  wilt  freely  make  me  bled 
With  that  immortal  (ta«e  of  joy, 

N  r  would  I  lofe  that  faered  red 

To  chafe  this  world's  amufing  loy. 
HT  MN   XXXII.— 7**  work  oj  zOfHHrjbn  &J*red. 
1.    \K/  HEN  I  was  trembling  on  the  brink 

Oi  dea  h  and  long  defpair, 
Liog'ring,  and  fear  ng  foon  to  fink, 

Then  Jt'us  did  appear. 
2  The  Litnb  oi  God  (who  died  for  me) 

Bdield  my  helpltfscafe  ; 
From  endlefs  ruin  fet  me  free, 

By  his  unbounded  grace. 

3.  He  gave  my  foul  a  heav'nly  peace, 
And  gave  me  (liength  divine  ; 

He  made  my  cutting  anguiih  ceafe, 
And  faid   that  he  was  mine. 

4.  Ten  ihoufand  praifesto  thy  name, 
My  J  fusand  my  God  ! 

Who  walh'd  my  f<  ul  fr»;m  guilt  and  {hams 
In  thy  redeeming  blood. 

5.  To  ycu  that  love  my  God  I'll  tell 
What  he  has  done  fcr  me  ; 

With  you  in  glory  1  (hall  dwell 

To  all  eternity. 
HYMN  XXXIII  —Defirivg  not  only  the  name,  but  (ih~ 

wife  the  nature  of ' *  chriftian. 
I.  r\  For  a  ta 'c  of  life  divine 

To  feed  this  hungry  foul  of  tnin«  ! 
I  want  the  Son  of  God  w>  know, 
And  tafle  of  heav'n  while  heie  below. 


*33  H   T   M   N    &' 

a.  If  I  wee  fure  thai  I  mould  have 
A  crown  <  f  joy  brv<  r.d  the  grave, 
Ye   rha  aione  Woo'    do  ♦or  me  ; 
I  ivant  wh  c  here  with  God  to  be. 
3    W  a  e'er  I  do,  where  e'er  1  go, 
I  wan    <bofe  j  vs  ot  heav'o  to  kr\ow  ; 
I  wan'  the  pbw'f*  ot  fin  fubdu'd, 
And  find  Oi>  w  etched  foul  renewM. 
4.  I  do  no*  waot  the  christian's  name, 
Without  the  nature  oi  'he  Lamb  ; 
I  wan'  to  bid  all  loves  adieu, 
Bur  Cnrit  my  Lord,  and  him  puifue. 
5    Dear  Savioor  thou  my  all  mufr  bef 
And  give  me  (trength  to  walk  with  thee  ; 
Without  a  rival  rule  my  heart, 
And  never  'c  me  from  thee  part. 

HYMN  XXXIV.—  Thanks  to  the  Redeemer. 

1.  Hj   EN  ihoufand  ihoufand  praifesbe, 

J       To  Chnft  the  flaugh-er'd  Lamb ! 
He  gave  his  precious  lite  tor  me, 
And  bore  my  guilt  and  (hame. 

2.  He  fav'd  my  foul  from  endlefs  pain, 
And  gave  me  heav'ivly  reft  ; 

AndO  I  truft  with  h:m  te  reign» 
And  Jive  forever  blelr. 

3.  He's  wafti'd  me  in  his  precious  blood, 
And  hi*  tree  fpirit  giv'n; 

He  is  my  Father,  and  my  God, 
Yea,  he  is  all  my  heav'n. 

4.  Mv  foul  would  ling  his  dying  love, 
While  this  Ihorj  lt'e  re-na.ns ; 

Then  in  the  glorious  reaim>  ab.  ve 
Shout  forth  -he  htghett  (trains. 
HYMN    xxxv. — The    ihrifiian*$  parting  Hymn. 

1.  "pAREWEL  ye  happy  fain  s  ot  God, 

■*■       Who  are  redeemM  with  Jefus'  blood  j 
Where  e'er  ye  go,  your  Saviour's  nigh, 
Your  life  in  him  mall  t.ever  die. 

2.  Fear  noi  your  luet,  though  they  are  ftrong, 


H  r  m  N  s.  ,3+ 

The  conqueftdoth  to  \ou  belong  ; 

The  great  Jehovah  leads  you  on, 

And  by  his  (Ircngth  your  crown  is  won. 

ifou're  irav'ling  through  a  work!  ol  woes, 
Where  vi.  uds  do  often  ;:: 
But  foon  you*il  reach  the  hsppy  >'■ 
Where  ck  >uds  fhall  veil  your  fouls  no  more. 
4    Prefs  on  to  that  eternal  day, 
That  v. ipesthe  chriftian's  tears  awry  ; 

'  :ner  is  Caori ;  the  hour  is  ni 
When  you  (hill  (bar  to  realms,  on  n: 

5.  While  here  £0  leaning  on  \oui  Lord, 
Hl-':I  teed  you  with  immortal 

May  Jefus  make  your  lights  divine, 
E   tAjr  ycu  go,  as  a 

6.  Farewel,  now  let  out  bodies  par?,  * 
But  Hill  we'll  be  as  near  hi  heart  ; 

And  it  in  time  we  meet  no  more, 
We'il  meet  where  parting  all  is  o'er. 

HYMN   xxxvi. — 4// ghry  t9  the    Lamh> 

1.  fT"0  praife  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

x       Le;  ey'ry  tongue  employ! 
Thisjefusis  the  angels  theme, 
And  all  the  (eraphs  joy. 

2.  He  is  the  Tinners  friend  ; 
Kc  is  the  faints  delight, 

Then  let  our  mortal  notes  afcend, 
And  with  the  heav'n's  unite. 

3.  Sing  how  Jehovah  came 
To  Bethlehem's  v  lie  ken, 

Is  born,  and  jefus  is  his  name, 
To  lave  the  fon?  of  men. 

4.  Tell  how  he  waded  through 
Long  nights  and  )  ears  o\  grisf ; 

Mourners  may  bid  their  fears  adieu, 
He's  come  lor  their  relief. 

5.  Tell  how  to  Golgotha 

He  travels  drds'd  in  blood  ; 
M 


i35  H   r   M    N    3. 

II*  Hies  fo  take  our  guilt  away, 
And  bring  us  home  to  God, 
6.  C)  !l»  him  be  sdor'd, 

v'rj  heart  and  I  ngue  ! 
Ye  heirs  ot  blrfi  by  him  reftor'd, 
O  !  muke  his  namr  v  nr  fong, 
*].  Let  ootids  liom  p"le  lo  pole, 

Enter  Ins  couit:.  ui  ^rac^  ; 
A'  i\  theejfuljotn  with  vo^ce  and  foul, 

His  uel'-defetvcd  pra  fe. 
8    Ye  heav'nly  armies  jo. n, 

To  ling  his  breeding  Ice, 
>Ti«l  vieavi^ke  b)  grace  divine, 

To  join  your  botes  above. 
g.  There  his  all  woithy  name 
Shall  be  cur  Tweet  employ  ; 
•There  we  fha!l  found  his^loiious  fame 

In  evertafting  j > >v» 
jo.  A«ntn,our  J  tus  reign*-, 

And  icgns  a  Pi  nee  ot  Peace, 
Q.r  love,  out  joy,  snd  cheerful  lirains, 
O  Gop,  lhsll  never  ceafr. 

HYMN  xkxvii.—  The  travels  »J *  chriflUa* 
/~"\  What  a  wand'xing  foul  am  1 ! 
*■     How  crooked  do  1  rove  ! 
How  fuon  my  comforts  rife  and  die, 

A1*  fears  and  hopes  remove  ! 
2  Once  I  prefumM  I  ne'er  lhuuld  fee 

Di'knefs  and  dea^h  no  m  re  ; 
J  thought  tie  Loid  had  fet  rne  free, 

And  *dl  my  doubts  v:zre  o'<  r. 
3. 1   nought  in  joy  to  (pend  my  dayf, 

Withciu-i  a  fhvtfh  fear  ; 
And  alwa\sfind  a  heart  to  praUe, 

1  friend  I  lo/  ;  fo  dear. 
4.  But  O  !  1  left  my  heav'nly  friend, 

And  iollov. M  falfe  delights  ; 
Soon  did  my  jo.ini  moments  tnd 
In  lupg  and  itdious  nights. 


H    T    M    N    S.  136 

5  O  'hcr>  I  fai.l    ha:  'twas  with  me, 
A~  in  pair  mon'hs  of  joy  ; 

doub  s  my  foul  was  free 
praife  wa>  mv  errtploj  i 
\i   I  i    lei  in:  mce  mtire  fee 
i   -  >le  happ^  I  love  ; 

rm  ol  g'-ace  10  me, 
And  make    hefe  crouds  reino\e. 
7    a  -A  :  my  heart  witfi  life*  divine, 
e  my  fpi'u  rell  i 
fa  \    eel  rha~  ihou  an  mine, 

I  c  mnoi  think  I'm  bleft. 

II  Y  M  N   xxxvui.—  Oh  tbs  day  of  eJ}oufah  to  Chri 

1.  IT  was  a  h  ippy  hour 

*■     When  I  firft  knew  the  Lord  ; 
When  God  with  his  all  faving  pow'r 
My  linking  foul  reftor'd. 

2.  How  did  my  heart  rejoice, 
In  joys  (hat  were  divine  1 

-Wi-:h  joy  I  heard  ike  Saviour's  voice, 
D  c!are  ihat  he  was  mine. 

3.  Then  he  fubdu'd  my  foes, 
And  made  my   tears  rem  ve, 

He  brought  me  from  a  fcene  of  woe?, 
a  .d  cheei'd  me  with  his  love. 

4.  I  lean'd  upon  his  breafr, 
And  fee  him  face  to  face  ; 

M)  f.ul  enjoj'd  a  heav'niy  red, 
Ad  fung  redeeming  glace. 

5.  Tlien  on  ihe  wings  ol  love 
I   bid  the  world  adieu  ; 

My   heart  was  (oaring  far  above, 
Where  joys  are  ever  new. 

6.  Ah  what  a  fcene  of  joy 
My  foul  was  carry 'd  m  ! 

To  praife  the  Lord  was  my  employ, 
And  I  cr/J  out,  amen. 


*37  #    Y   M    N    S. 

HYMN    xxxix. — Heaven  ou  etrik 

1.  COME  happy  days  I  6nd  below 
^     When  Jefus  is  wiih  me; 

Nor  would  I  any  pleafure  kr^ow, 

0  Jefus  but  in  ihee. 

2.  When  I  can  taHe  immortal  love, 
And  find  my  Jefus  near, 

My  foul  is  b\ti\  where  e'er  I  rove, 

1  neither  mourn  nor  fear. 

3.  Let  angels  boail  ir.tir  joys  above, 
1  'alie  the  fame  below, 

They  drink  of  the  Redeemer's  love, 
A' (1  I  have  Jefus  too. 
HYMN    xl. — Longing  to  be  kept  near  ti  Chrlfi% 

1.  npHJS  life's  a  blalt ;  mis  world's  a  cheat  ? 

A      Ten  thoufand  dreams  lead  me  aitray  ; 
O  God  control  my  roving  lea, 
And  lead  me  fafe  in  wiftom's  way. 

2.  Jefus  my  God,  my  life,  my  friend, 
Is  all  the  joy  my  foul  would  know; 

O  cheer  my 'heart  ti'l  iime  ihall  end, 
With  jo^s  thai  from  thy  goodnefs  flow. 

3.  O  Lt  me  feel  thy  boundlefs  gface, 
And  on  the  rock  fecurely  (land  ; 

And  lead  me  en  my  chriftian  r;ce, 

To  reach  wiih  joy  the  heav'n'y  land. 
4    Then  fhall  I  drop  all  griet  and  fear  ; 

My  Jtfus  wipe  my  tears  away  ; 
And  with  triumphant  fongs  appear 

In  climes  oi  uncreated  day. 
HYMN    XL  1. — Athrijlian   in  the  dark,  panting  for .  light 

1.  I    OKD  how  it  grieves  my  wounded  heart, 
'*-*     That  1  mould  e'er  from  thee  defer!  ; 

And  for  fotne  vain  amufing  toy, 

Foifake  my  God,  and  lofe  my  joy  I 

2.  Ott-in  a  wildemefi  I  rove, 

Almniia  ftranger  to  thy  love  ;  * 

Slil!  I  deiire  to  fee  thy  face, 

And  nope  again  to  fmg  thy  grace. 


II  r  M  n  s. 

?.  But  (till  I  find  no  folid  left  ; 

a  (form  Hi!;  raging  in  my  b 
Lord  from  this  bondage  f«t  mef.ee, 

And  !c;  my  Foul  rejoice  in  ': 

4,  Hill:  for  my  help,  deal  Lord,  I  pray, 
And  chafe  theft*  d  fmai  clouds  away  ; 

Lord  may  ihefc  mountains  now  remove  ; 
Let  me  once  more  enjoy  thy  love. 

5.  Chappy  hour,  when  I  (hall  fing. 
Beneath  ihe  fcepter  of  rav  King  I 

Then  (hail  I  drink  of  Itreams  divine, 
And  know,  O  God,  that  lam  ihine. 

HYMN  XLlL—WotHkr'mg  at  Cod's  grace, 

1.  \A  Y  foul,  O  wonder,  have  I  known, 
^  ■*■     The  Saviour's  boundlefs  grace  ! 

Am  I  fo  b'eft,  OamI  one 
Of  the  redeemed  race  ! 

2.  Shall  I  one  day  be  callYt  to  reign 
In  the  bright  realms  above  ? 

Live  with  my  G.-d  !  nor  fin  again  ; 
Bjf  feaftupon  his  love. 

3.  O  what  a  wonder  I  (hall  be, 
1  o  all  the  lieav'n  born  race  ! 

Angels  amaz'd  may  look  on  me, 
A  miracle  of  grace. 

4.  Infiam'd  with  everlafting  love, 
My  Jefus  I'll  adore  ; 

My  rnanfion  in  the  realms  above, 
Where  death  is  known  no  more, 

5.  O  »vhata  pleafing thought  is  this, 
Tha;  Jefus  is  my  friend  ! 

The  Lord  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

Mv  joy*  (hall  never  end. 
HTMN  XLI1I. — The  thrift  ian   ioh  has   been  in  the  dark 

getting  of ftrexgth  and  Reeling  encouraged* 
I.   tJOW  ofl  in  cxOc  paths  I  rove, 

And  mourning  as  the  w^dow'd  dove  I 
Wand'riflg  in  defert  wiles  below, 
M  M 


i39  HYMN    S. 

Purfo'd  with  fear,  opprefs'd  with  woe.. 

2.  I  turn,  I  rove,  I  grieve  I  cry  ; 
My  trends  aloof  ;  and  O,  in  vain, 
All  earthly  joys  to  move  my  paint 

3.  Bin  O  my  Jefus  can  relieve  ? 
L'>:d  -'.veme  faith  ;  I  mdft  believe, 
Thou  wilt  nor,rtaonot<  Lord  pafs  by 
And  leave  a  helplefs  foul   to  die. 

4..  To  thee  I'll  corf?e,  and  tell  my  woe, 
Thou  muit  not,  will  riot  leave  me  fo  .* 
Thv  bowels  (iorh  w.uh  pity  move, 
And  ?hou  wilt  blefs  me  with  thy  love. 

5.  N.i  pleasure  in  the  eanh  I  -reave  ; 
My  portion  here,  I  will  not  have; 
JSJo  happy  days  I  wiQi  10  fee, 

But  what  is-.'toiind,  0  Lord,  in  thee, 

6.  Jefus  I  calt  my  felt  on  thee  ; 
Nor  will  I  e'er  contented  be, 
Until  I  find  thefe  clouds  remove, 
And  teel  thy  grace,  and  fwg  thy  love. 
7    I  muli  believe  thou  thought  on  me, 
When  »hou  hung  bleeding  on  the  tree;, 
Nor  would  'hou  in  thy  glorv  dwell, 
Antt  fee  my  foul  £0  down  to  hell. 

8.   Mch;nks,  O God,  I  leel  thv  love, 
And  teel  my  chains  ot  death  remove, 
And  now  with  pleafure  I  can  fmg, 
The  Saviour  is  mv  God  and  King. 

HYMN  XLiV  —Longing  to  be  wholly  for  Ged. 
I.  f\  F  1  a  neatt  my  God  to  love, 

^*   While  through  this  dufert  world  I  rove  ! 
His  name  mould  always  rule  ray  tongue; 
Redeem  <ng  love  fhou!d  be  my  fong, 
a.  Thme  arm  ol  love,  O  God,  extend, 
Be  thou  my  hie,  my  God,  my  friend ; 
And  let  thj  name  my  foul  engage. 
Long  as  I  tread  this  mortal  ftage. 
3.  Ah  !  Jtfus  may  my  portion  be, 
Pound  in  no  glorj  bat  in  thee  ; 


H    T   M   N    S.  ue 

And  let  me  daily  fpend  my  breath, 
To  tell  my  fellow  men  thy  death. 
4    A  victor  o'er  the  grave  I'll  fing, 
And  Fay,  "  O  dca^h  wliere  is  thy  fting  V* 
My  beav'nly  Father  calls  me  home. 
And  glad  I  ftnfwer  '  Lord  I  come." 

HTMN  LXV.— The  fame. 

1.  /^  Could  1  tied  a  humble  place, 
^-^     Bi'  near  the  lowly  Lamb. 

How  would  my  foul  extol  his  gtace, 
And  laud  his  precious  name  ! 

2.  Lord  bring  my  heart  Co  near  to  thee, 
While  through  this  world  I  rove, 

That  I  may  ev'ry  moment  be 
Tranfported  with  ihy  love. 

3.  O  let  me  walk  with  thee,  my  God, 
And  find  thee  always  nigh  ; 

Give  me  to  eat  immortal  iood* 
And  I  (hall  never  dre, 

4.  I  want  that  grace  that  may  be  felt, 
That  will  my  foul  infl  jme  ; 

I  want  thisharden'd  heart  to  melt 
At  the  Redeemer's  name. 

5.  I  want  ail  felt  'o  be  fubdu'd, 
And  pride  no  more  to  reign  ; 

I  want  mv  foul,  O  God,  renew'd, 
And  never  fin  a^ain. 

6.  I  want  my  will  to  be  refign'd 
To  the  Redeemer's  wavs; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  oi  thought  inclin'd 
My  God  to  love  and  pra  fe. 

7.  I  want  my  foul  bound  up  in  God, 
And  feel  his  nature  mine, 

To  fealt  upon  Immortal  Iced, 
And  drink  oi  joys  divine. 

8.  This,  this,  O  blefled  God,  alone, 
Is  all  that  I  impl.  re; 

O  let  me  and  thyfell  be  one, 
And  I  lhall  want  no  more. 


i4i  H   T   M    N    S. 

HYMN  XLVL—The  day  of  effoufals,®  filtering  travels* 

1.  ft  A  Y  foul  reviews  the  happy  (ray 

i  »l     When  Jefus  rais'd  me  tram  the  dead  ; 
Took  my  enormous  iosd  away, 
And  fed  me  with  immortal  bread. 

2.  PluckM  from  the  jawsef  c!ca;h  and  hell, 
On  a  firm  rock  he  fet  mv  fee?  ; 

Told  me  mat  I  with  him  fhouid  dwell, 
And  with  his  children  find  my  feat. 

3.  O  happy  moments  I  eoipy'd, 
Beneath  the  mant'e  of  his  love  ! 

I  eat,  I  drank,  but  was  not  cloy'd  j 
My  fTanting  foui  ftill  foar'd  above. 

4.  So  ftrcng  my  faith,  fo  great  my  ]oy, 
And  fo  unihaken  felt  my  pence, 

i  thought  no  foes  would  e'er  annoy 
My  facred  joys  till  time  (hall  ceafbr 

5.  But  ah  !  too  focn  my  flcfh  inciin'd 
To  court  feme  vain  amufing  toy  ; 

When  I  indulg'd  my  carnal  mind, 

The  Icene  was  chang'd  \  1  loft  my  jcy, 

6.  Mourning  in  exile  then  I  went 
With  all  my  foul  rn  ozep  dilhefs, 

At  d  fear*d  my  days  wou'd  all  be  fpent 
In  griei  without  or.e  moment's  reft. 

7.  Bus  C  1  my  Lord  returned  again, 
And  b  d  my  doubts  aud  fears  remove  ; 

My  foul  with  joy  forgot  her  pain, 
And  fung  aloud  refioring  love. 
HYMN  XLVII.—7he  drpfiaa  feeling  afetofi  of  rcwo* 

ing  from  Chrij}. 
I,   /~\  How  unguarded,  Lord,  I  am, 

^'      So  much  to  wander  irom  thy  name  ! 
Ungrareful  wre'eh  from  thee  to  rove, 
To  wound  my  foul,  abnfe  'hy  leve  ! 
a.  When  e'er  I  leave  my  hcav'nly  friend, 
My  ie  ars  r.rife,  and  com  foils  end  j 
And  yet  for  fome  amufing  toy, 
I  leave  him,  and  pollute  my  joy. 


HTM    N    8.  *i4* 

3.  Then  wades  my  foul  through  hours  of  grief, 
Till  he  appeais  Tor  my  relief ; 

The  joys  ihai  led  my  U  ul  aiUay 
es  but  a  torment  in  my  way. 

4.  And  yet  I  thi  ,lc  it  grieves  my  hcaxf, 
That  I  mould  from  my  love  deferi  ; 
Nor  do  1  find  a  moment's  peace*, 

Till  I  again  behold  his  face. 

5.  O  ccu'u  1  fee  my  friend  again, 
I'd  teU  him  how  my  joys  were  flain  \ 
'  [*fs  not  his  will  that  I  (horrid  go 

In  ftorms  of  grief  funk  down  fo  low. 

6.  Come  then,  my  Jefus,  don't  delay  ; 
Come  take  this  unbelief  away  ; 

One  fpark  of  thine  immortal  love 
Will  make  my  forrows  ail  remove, 

7.  Then  will  my  cheerful  tongue  proclaim 
The  goodnefs  of  my  lovely  name, 

And  never  ceafe  the  facred  [trains, 

e  an  immortal  thought  remains. 
HTMN  XLVIlL—tke  chriQian  de firing  u  h  neartr  tte 

Lord, 
i.  iy ROM  the  remains 

*       O  Lord,  I  would  be  free, 
Or  keep  them  down  by  grac£  divine, 
That  I  might  live  to  thee. 

2.  Engage  my  heart  and  tongue, 
To  tell  the  wor'.d  thy  nan»e  : 

My  foul  would  make  thy  leve  my  long, 
And  triumph  in  the  theme. 

3.  My  foul  would  walk  with  thee, 
While  on  this  mortal  more  ; 

And  'hen,  OGod,  in  heav'n  I'll  be 
With  thed  forevermore. 

4.  Then  in  eternal  blifs 

With  my  dear  God  I'll  reign  ; 
If  I  can  be  where  Jefus  i.% 
It's  a! I  I  want,  Amen. 


143  HYMNS. 

HYMN  XLIX.—Tbe  chriflian  hi  the  dark. 

1.  f^\  How  I've  left  my  Chrift,  my  God 
*-^  And  with  ihe  'mufiog  world  have  trod  ! 

And  now  I  feel  myfelf  in  chains, 
Nor  can  I  ting  ihe  heav'nly  (trains. 

2.  My  mourning  foul  can  find  no  reft  t 
Nor  ail  creation  make  me  bleft  ; 
Until  I  find  the  heav'n'y  Dove, 

And  tafie  the  fweetnefs  of  his  iove. 

3.  Couid  I  once  more  my  Jefus  find, 
And  in  him  red  my  weary  mind, 
Methinks  I  never  more  wou  d  rove, 
To  lofe  the  ptefence  oi  my  love. 

4.  I  long  to  fly  into  his  arms, 

And  talie  again  thcfe  heav'nly  charms  -r 
O  Jefus  fet  the  mourner  free, 
And  caufe  me  <o  rejoice  in  thee. 

HYMN  L. — The  ChrijJians  warfare  with  ihe   old  and  new 
nt&n. 

1.  HT  OO  often,  Omy  blefled  God, 

*       1  have  deny'd  thy  name  ; 
Have  hid  my  light,  conceal  d  thy  word, 
-And  crocity'd  the  Lamb. 

2.  When  I  have  be^n  in  deep  diftrefs, 
And  all  my  htlpers  fled, 

Jefus  'he  Lord  my  righteoufnefs 
Has  rab'd  me  from  the  dead. 

3.  Oh  has  he  gave  my  (pint  peace, 
And  bid  my  toes  remove  ; 

Has  i.aus\l  mv  doubts  and  tears  to  ceafe,. 
And  cbeai'd  me  with  his  love. 

4.  Yet  when  my  doubts  began  to  rife, 
I  foon  deny'd  the  Lamb ; 

For  unbelief  fteps  in  and  cries 
"  I  never  knew  his  name." 

5.  And  theninftead  of  (landing  firm, 
Or  flying  to  the  Loid, 

I  unbelieving  doubt  his  name, 
And  ^ive  my  foe  the  fwerd. 


HYMNS.  144 

6.   I    (k  for  light,  and  vef  I  choofe 

In  daiknefi  ft dl to  be  ; 

pfead  for  mercy,  yet  reufe 

H  s  love  held  out  fa  tree. 
J.  I  often  promi.'e  i!  I  fee 

One  glimpfe  of  light  again, 
I  never  more  will  fai  h'efs  be, 

Bin  break  through  ev'ry  chain. 

8.  I  beg  a  freedom  from  my  {Mins, 
Yet  when  i*  would  appear 

I  chofe  mv  prifon  and  my  chains, 
And  hug  my  fliviili  fe 

9.  O  what  a  roving  foul  am  I  I 
How  full  ot  unbelief  ! 

What  Qtall  I  do.  where  (hall  I  fly, 
Tha1  I  ma    n  if  reliel  ? 

10.  Strengthen,  O  Loid,  the  inner  man 
The  outward  •<>  fubdue, 

Nor  let  me  tread  th'  enchanted  land, 

But  bid  «he;r  fnares  adieu. 

HYMN  LI Afoul  between  hope  mdfear. 

I.  r\  Tha    I  knew  it  was  the  cafe 

^^     My  foul  was  born  oi  God, 
And  found  myfelf  among  that  race, 

Wafh'd  in  the  Saviour's  blood  ! 
*X.  The  time  has  been  I  thought  1  knew 

The  bleft  Redeemer's  voice  ; 
I  thought  I  loft  a  burden  100, 
^    And  felt  my  hear?  rejoice. 

3  I  thought  my  will  was  then  refign'd 
To  the  Rtdeemei's  ways. 

And  ielt  my  in  moil  foul  inclin'd 
T<>  'ell  «he  woiid  his  grace. 

4  Bu  O  !  too  foou  the  fcene  was  turn'J, 
I  'oft  the  pleafing  vie  a  ; 

I  loft  thai  fweetnefs  once  I  found, 

Loft  earthly  pleafures  too. 
5    And  ah  !  if  he  waronce  my  friend, 

Coulu  I  his  p.efenct  leave  \ 


i45  H    T    M    N    S. 

Why  can  I  not  on  him  depend  ? 
Why  can  I  not  believe  ? 

6.  This  makes  me  doubt  my  ftale  the  more, 
Becaute  it  he  was  mine 

I  think  thefe  clouds  would  foon  be  o'er, 
And  heav'n  around  me  fhine. 

7.  O  Jefus  wilt  thou  now  appear  , 
With  thine  almighty  arm; 

Thefe  clouds  expel,  my  Handing  clear, 
And  ihew  me  what  I  am. 

8.  I  cannot  reft  no  longer  fo, 
My  foul  rfk'd  over  hell  ; 

0.  bkfltd  Jefus,  let  me  kr.;v 
That  2  with  thee  thai!  dwell. 

HYMN  LJL On  the  day  cj  tfttufals  to  Chriji . 

1.  *T"EN  thoufand  praifes  to  the  Lamb 

"*       Who  freely  bore  my  guilt  and  (hame, 
And  gr.ve  his  lite  and  fpilt  his  blood 
Tobrmg  my  finking  foul  to  God  ! 

2.  He  took  me  from  the  jaws  ot  hell 
Thai  I  might  in  his  bofom  dwell  ; 
Gave  me  a  manfiun  in  his  love, 
And  led  me  with  the  joys  above. 

3.  'Twas  he  that  broke  my  chams  away, 
Gave  me  a  glimpfe  of  heav'nly  clay  \ 

My  foul  beheld  him  face  to  lace, 
And  fweetlv  hmg  redeeming  grnce. 

4.  'Twas  then  1  tafted  angels  food, 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  Rood  ; 
H:s  love  did  all  my  tears  defiroy, 
And  turr/d  my  forrowsall  to  joy. 

5.  Nothing,  O  Lord,  can  I  return 
To  thee  who  hath  my  anguifti  borne  ; 
No  compeniaion  can  I  make, 

Yet  of  thy  love  rhuft  fh!l  par  ake. 

6.  Ten  thoufand  worlds  a  gilt  tboTmall, 
Yet  I  muft  five  to  thee  my  all ; 

An-.'  v  heri  I've  yielded  all  will  fay, 
*  I've  nothing  paid,  and  nought  to  pay" 


H    T    M    N    S.  146 

HYMN  LW.—Tfie  pi/grim  parting  Cohg. 

1.  plLGRIMS  wiih  pleafure  let  us  parr, 
*       Since  we  are  all  bound  up  in  heart; 

No  length  of  day?,  nor  dillant  fpace 
Can  ever  break  thefe  bands  of  grace. 

2.  Parting  wiih  joy  we'll  join  10  fing 
The  wonders  of  our  bleeding  King  ; 
Our  diftant  bodies  may  remove, 

But  nothing  fliall  divide  our  love. 

3.  In  vain  may  earth  and  hell  combine 
To  quench  that  love  which  is  divine  : 
It  will  not  ceafe  with  dying  breath, 
Nor  cool  when  we  are  cold  in  death. 

4.  And  now  in  love  with  Jefus'  name, 
Let  bodies  part  to  fpread  his  fame, 
That  other  fou's  may  leave  their  wo, 
And  (hare  with  us  in  glory  too. 

5.  And  Oa  few  more  days  or  years 
Shall  bring  a  period  to  our  tears ! 
And  we  (hall  reach  that  blifsiul  {hore, 
Where  parting  hours  are  known  no  more. 

6.  There  (hall  our  fouls  adore  the  hanJ 
That  led  us  through  this  defert  land  ; 
Loofe  all  our  griefs,  forget  our  pains, 
And  join  in  everlaftin?  (trains. 

'  HYMN  LIV.—rhs  awakened [inner. 

1.  '"PELL  me  fome  friend  where  (hall  I  go, 

*■       To  find  a  quick  relief  ? 
How  (hall  I  leave  this  gulf  of  wo, 
And  chains  of  unbelief  ? 

2.  I'm  loll,  I'm  dead,  I  cannot  rife, 
No  refuge  can  I  fee  ; 

I've  neither  heart,  nor  ears,  nor  ejes, 
From  this  black  gulf  to  flee.- 

3.  My  golden  moments  like  a  blaft, 
Are  fwiftly  paffiig  on  ; 

And  (hould  my  day  of  grace  be  paft 
I  am  forever  gone  I 

N 


H7  H  r  M  n  m 

4.  I  cannot  feel  the  name  of  God, 
Nor  love  his  blefied  ways  ; 

I  find  no  fpirit  in  his  word, 
Nor  fweetnefs  in  his  grace. 

5.  O  might  my  ftubborn  fpirit  bow, 
At  the  Redeemer's  fee  ! 

They  fay  his  love  I  foon  fhould  know, 
And  find  a  happy  feat. 

6.  O  could  I  once  in  Chrift  believe, 
This  mountain  foon  would  move; 

My  foul  would  his  free  grace  receive, 

And  fing  his  bound  lefs  love. 

HYMN  LV.--LoHgi.fg  to  be  with  Chrijt, 
l.  T^ytYfoul,  OGod,  afprres  to  be 

1VJ.     jrrom  interpofing  datknefs  free, 

RaviiVd  with  fcenes  divine  ; 
I  long  to  fwim  in  bcundlefs  grace, 
And  fee  my  Saviour  face  to  face, 

And  know  my  God  is  mine. 
%  I  long  to  find  my  happy  feat 
Where  I  might  warn  my  Saviour's  feet 

In  humble  tears  of  love  t 
To  praife  my  God  with  ail  my  heart, 
Arc!  never  irom  his  love  deferi 

Till  I  awake  abo\e. 

3.  Millions  ot  years  ot  carnal  joy, 
With  earthly  crowns,  are  empty  toys 

Ccmpas'd  with  Chrift  my  fiiead  ; 
Jn  him  alone  I  can  be  bleft  ; 
s'fis  he  that  gives  me  fojid  reft, 

And  makes  my  for  row?  end. 

4.  O  flnll  I,  fliall  1  ever  be, 
Where  I  this  blefled  Chfiii  (hall  fee, 

And  ev'ry  (lorm  blown  o'er  ? 
On  wings  of  the  celedial  dove 
I'll  fear  and  drink  immortal  love, 

And  leave  my  friend  no  more* 

5.  There  1  (hall  bafk  i»  facred  beards, 
!fl$d  folace  in  ce'jpftial  fh earns 


H    Y    M    N    S.  J  4* 

O"  Tweet  timningled  juy  ; 
Theie  I  flr.l:  find  my  lung  abode 
3  hkenefs  of  cny  God, 
Where  nothing  can  annoy. 
6.   A  palm  of  honor  I  (hall  wear  ; 
Wiih  all  the  heav'nly  armies  fhare, 
Li  all  their  joys  divine  ; 
e  I  finl!  find  eternal  peace, 
Xvlv  fongs  of  joy  ilia! I  never  ceafe, 
And  Jcfus  (hall  be  mirje> 

-A'LVi.  —  Thi  chrijlian  declaring  hti  converf.or. , 
faring  at  God' s goodnsjs> 
t,  UOW  could  Jehovah  ftoop  io  low, 

*•        To  think  on  me  with  love  ! 
Muft  God  himfetf  aftmne  my    wo 
To  bear  my  foul  above. 

2.  He  faw  me  loathfome   m  the  field, 
Ar.d  wali'wing  in  my  blood  ; 

hly  guilt  and  fhameail  wnconceaiM 
Before  a  fpotlefs  God. 

3.  No  feeling  Irav'ler  pauing  by, 
No  arm  with  pow'r  to  fave, 

No  friend  to  lock  with  pitying  eye, 
No  ranfome  to  be  gave. 

4.  At  length  behold  a  God  appears, 
And  feels  his  bowels  move, 

Then  heav'n  iifelf  lets  fall  a  tear, 
And  fpfeads  a  fkiri  of  lave. 

5.  O  baqndlefs  love  !  what  (hall  I  Crj 
To  fuch  a  (loop  as  this  ! 

What  thanks  O  God,  can  I  repay 
For  thine  unbounded  grace  ! 

6.  O  God  to  praife  ihy  worthy  name, 
Lei  all  creation- join  ; 

And  when  ail  creatures  four.  nc, 

The  highelt  note  be  m 

7.  Amen,  let  hallelujahs  found, 
Through  all  the  realms  above  ! 

Anthems  of  pleafure  iha.ll  refound 


149  H    1    M    hi    S. 

The  wonders  of  »hy  love. 

HYMN    LVII.  Redeeming  /•«. 
pi  LG RIMS  let  us  join  to  fing 
"*  Hallelujahs  to  our  King, 
While  as  pilgrims  here  we  rove, 
Tell  and  fi  g  redeeming  love. 

2.  Tell  how  Jefus  on  the  tree 
Cave  his  life  tor  you  and  me  ; 
P*  in?  to  the  incarna  e  Dove, 
Shew  poor  foul?  redeeming  love. 

3.  Sinners  fee  the  Saviour  dies, 
."See  him  in  his  agonies, 

Can  your  hearts  iorbear  to  move  ? 
Open  to  redeeming  love. 

4.  Thus  expiring  bows  his  head  ; 
To  the  caverns  of  the  dead  ; 
Then  triumphant  mounts  above, 
Sounding  his  redeeming  love. 

5   Ssiil  he  labours  on  the  ear  h, 
Railing  wretched  fouls  from  dca:"h  ; 
He  at  every  heart  doth  move, 
Offering  redeeming  love. 

6.  Sinners  jiiftly  doonTd  to  hell, 

If  they  would  in  heaven  might  dwell  £ 
Room  enough  in  realms  above, 
jefus  courts  them  to  his  love. 

7.  Wretched  fouls  by  fin  affray, 
Owing  much  with  nought  to  pay 
Ceafe  in  foreign  lands  to  rove, 
Tly  home  to  redeeming  love. 

8.  Prodigals  wipe  off  your  tears  ; 
Banifh  all  your  flavifh  fears  ; 
Jefus  leels  his  bowels  move, 
Runs  to  meet  you  with  his  Icve. 

P    A    U     S    E. 
9  Wounded  hearts  may  now  rejoice  I 
Mourners  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  ; 
Haflen  to  the  courts  above, 
There  to  fing  redeeming  lc\e. 


H   T  M   N  s. 
io.  Chrifl  extends  his  bleeding  hand, 
Courts  you  to  the  facred  band  ; 
Come  and  with  the  pilgrims  rove. 
Share  and  fng  redeeming  love, 
i  r .  Soon  from  all  ihefe  ftorais  of  night, 
We  to  heav'n  (hall  »ake  < •  n  flight  ; 
Wmg'd  on  the  ce'eftial  Dave, 
Sailing  in  redeeming  loye. 
12.   With  the  countlefe  throng  we'll  join, 
Each  may  fay  "  This  Cbri/i  is  mine  ;' 
Each  enjoy  a  feat  above, 
Wnere  there's  nothing  known  bat  love. 

13  Siining  in  iarmortal  bloom  ; 
Hail  !  all  g!ory,  this  oar  hams  ! 
Shous  refounding  all  above, 
Boundlels  is  redeeming  love. 

14  Love  fhall  beojr  lading  theme  ; 
Love  fhall  ev'rv  foul  inflame  ; 
Always  NOW  in  realms  above  ; 
Ah  !   amen,  redeeming  love  ! 

HYMN    LVIII. — The  new  born  foul  rejoicing  in  Qpri?, 

1.  UOSXNNK  to  the  bfeerJing  Lamb  ! 
**  •*■     Praife  him  ye  holts  above  ! 

'Twas  he  thai  bore  my  guilt  and  fh  .me, 
And  taughi  my  foul  his  love. 

2.  Juft  hke  a  Lamb  he  freely  dies 
For  ft  ch  a  wretch  as  I  ; 

And  with  his  dying  groans  hecrie?, 
"  Let  not  tbeftnner  die" 

3  Great  love  indeed  !  O  could  it  be 
Thai  he  would  bear  my  guilt ! 

Cati  1  believe  it  was  tor  me 
His  precious  blo^d  wa>  fpih  ! 

4  Yes,  J^fus  knows  I've  round  his  love, 
And  long  to  love  h.m  more  ; 

And  lain  I  would  where  e'er  I  rove, 

His  vvoiihy  name  adoie. 
5.  hz\  me  be  feal'd  upon  his  brea^, 
Nn 


,5i  H   r  M '   N    s. 

And  rafifliM  with  his  name  ; 
Then  in  the  realms  of  glory  blcft,   - 

His  love  ihall  be  my  theme. 

H  Y  M  N     L\X.-—In-Je6tto  everlafling  /oi*i 
I.   rvOWN  from  the  glorious  realms  above, 

&J     Dcfcends  the  Saviour  cloth'd  wilh  love  5 
Afllimes  a  body  (can  it  be  !j 
To  bleed  and  fi.ffer  death  for  me. 
%  Freely  he  fpem  his  life  and  breath 
To  fave  me  from  e  ernal  death  ; 
And  when  no  helper  I  could  fee 
Made  known  his  dying  love  to  me. 
y  He  took  me  from  the  jaws  of  hell,. 
And  told  my  foul  that  all  was  well  ; 
His  love  fo  great,  his  grace  fo  free, 
He  faid  he  fpilt  his  blocd  for  me. 

4.  O  love  amazing  !  boundlefs  grace  \ 
To  me  the  worft  of  mortal  race  \ 
How  could  the  Saviour  die  folree 
For  fuch  a  w-orthlefs  wretch  as  me. 

5.  What  ihall  I  do  ?  what  (ball  I  fay  I 
What  can  my  foul  to  him  repay 
Who  fpilt  his  precious  blood  fo  free 
For  fuch  a  guilty  wretch  as  me  ? 

6.  Lord  all  I  have  is  double  thine  ; 
And  I  with  pleafure  will  refign 
My  everlafting  all  to  thee, 

Who  died  for  fuch  a  wretch  as  me; 

7.  This  name  (hall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  • 
With  joy  I'll  make  his  love  my  fong  j 

I'll  laud  that  name  that  floop'd  fo  free 
To  fave  a  foul  fo  vile  as  me. 

8.  Forever  in  the  realms  above, 
Bound  up  in  everlafiing  love, 

I  (hall  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
That  Chrill  who  gave  his  life  for  me, 

9.  I'll  found  with  all  the  count lefs  race. 
The  wonders  ofttedeeming  giace  ; 
And  this  ihall  be  my  :.::, 


H    r   At    N    3.  152 

The  highefi  note  btlongs  to  me. 

HYMN     LX.—P  anting  after  Chrijl. 

1.  |F  I  the  Saviour  know, 

■*■     And  have  my  fins  forgiv'n, 
Why  then,  O  Jefus,  ihculd  I  go 
Without  the  fmiles  oi  heav'n  ? 

2.  My  foul  can  never  reft 
Without  the  love  of  God  ; 

O  let  me  lean  upon  thy  breaft, 
And  feed  upon  thy  word. 

3.  There's  nothing  here  can  give 
My  wounded  foul  releafe  ; 

But  when  I  near  my  Jefus  live 
I  find  a  folid  peace. 

4.  O  let  me  fee  thy  face, 
Thou  bleft  unfpotted  Lamb  ;. 

Then  wiil  I  ling  redeeming  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  name. 

5.  O  Jefus  rule  my  heart, 
With  beams  of  love  divine  ; 

And  when  this  mortal  life  mail  ceafe, 

I'll  be  forever  thine. 
HYMN  LXI.—The  daily  experience  $f  C0Dys  gwdnefu 

1.  /^REAT  is  the  gtace  of  God  to  me, 

^*     While  thro'  this  wretched  world  I  rove  ; 
How  oft  I  feel,  how  oft  I  fee 
The  tokens  of  his  love  ! 

2.  Temhoufand  heliifh  foes  engage 
Againft  my  poor  unguarded  foul  ; 

But  Chrift  fecures  me  from  their  rage  ; 
H^s  love  doth  all  my  fears  conlroul. 

3.  O  may  I  ever  truft  his  hand, 

And  praife  his  name  wi'h  ev'ry  bteath  1 
By  his  tree  grace  my  foul  doth  ftand 
Secure  from  everlaftirg  dea'h. 

4.  And  when  this  mortal  fpiiit  dies, 
And  time  wwh  me  (pall  be  no  mere,, 

My  foul  where  pieafure  never  dies 
Shall  mount  my  Jefus  :o  adore. 


i53  #    r   M    N    S. 

HYMN  LXII.—Defiring  to  be  {lengthened  -with  divine  life, 

1.  pi<E  ♦.  itiE  on  my  foul,  O  breath  divine, 
■■-''     And  roure  me  trom  this  ftupid  frame  \ 

Give  {trength  »o  this  weak  faith  of  mine, 
And  ail  my  foul  with  love  inflame. 

2.  O  lead  meal!  thedefaft  through. 
And  let  me  be  with  vigor  bleft  ; 

Then  wiil  I  bid  the  earth  adieu, 
And  travel  to  eternal  reft. 

3.  Soon  (hall  my  forrows  have  an  end, 
And  all  the  ftorms  or  hell  fhall  ceale  ; 

And  I  enjoy  mv  heav'nl)  trend, 

In  the  eternal  realms  of  peace. 

H  T  M  N   LXIU—For  the  morntr.g. 
It   C\  Could  my  foul  this  morning  rife 

^^     And  feel  that  life  that  never  dies, 
I'd  praife  that  hand  with  all  my  pow'js 
That  guarded  my  unguarded  hours. 

2.  'Tis  he  that  gives  me  life  divine  ; 
In  him  eternal  joys  are  mine  ; 
Then  mufe  my  foul,  bid  fljth  adieu, 
Thy  Jefus  love,  and  him  purfue. 

3.  Halteon  16  that  immortal  fhore, 
Where  night  and  deep  is  known  no  more  y 
There  mall  I  fcon  in  glory  rife, 

With  leraphs  in  a  fwect  furprife. 

4.  Then  will  I  raife  a  morning  fong, 
With  all  the  vaft  angelic  throng  \ 
Sailing  in  everlafttng  peace, 

My  morning  fong  mail  never  ceafe. 

HYMN    LX IV.  —  Longing  jor   more  jalih  and  tcve, 
I.  £  \  Could  I  love  the  t  leilal  Lamb, 

^     Whde  here  on  earth  with  all  my  foul ! 
I'd  never  ceafe  to  found  his  name, 

Ti4l  fleeting  moments  ce3le  to  rql], 
i.  Then  to  t!ie  peaceful  realms  above, 

From  ;htfe  da  k  regions  take  m)  fi  ght  j 
Wrapt  up  in  evetlaftin^love, 

A  child  oi  uncrea.ed  light. 


H    r    M    N    S.  iSt 

3.  Their  unbelief  (hall  vex  no  mote 

My  foul  horn  all  hei  forroA's  hee  ; 
Gaze  on  with  wonder  and  adore 

The  grea'  I  AM  hat  ftoop'd  tor  me. 
HYMN  LXV.— D< firing  the  hetrt  to  be  wholfy  for  GOD. 
I.  /^LE-^NSE  me,  OCjod,  by  giace  divine, 

^*     To  live  a'one  to  ihee  ; 
My  foul  would  be  entirely  thine, 

From  oiher  lover's  !ree. 
%.  Let  not  this  wo:  Ids'  smuftng  toys, 

Find  room  within  my  heart  ; 
But  charm  me  with  immortal  joys  j 

Nor  let  me  e'er  deferf. 

3.  Revive  thy  kingdom  in  my  breaft, 
By  thy  redeeming  love  ; 

Then  1  (hsll  be  forever  bled 
With  theeO  God,  above. 

4.  There  will  my  foul  rejoice  in  thee, 
My  everlafting  blifs  ; 

The  Lord  will  mine  forever  be, 
And  I  forever  hi?. 

H  T  M  N  LXVL—rhs  faints  portion. 

1.  C\  What  a  portion  have  the  faints, 

^     God  is  their  all,  they  know  his  love  ; 
And  death  will  foon  end  their  complaints, 
And  hand  them  to  their  realms  above. 

2.  There  they  will  reign  in  perfect  lighi, 
And  drink  uninterrupted  joy  j 

No  pow'rs  of  hell,  or  (hades  of  night, 

Their  heav'nly  raptures  (hall  annoy. 
3    A  manfion  there  in  perfect  biils, 

Their  fcufs  forever  (hall  polTefs  ; 
For  they  will  be  where  Jefus  is, 

And  he  is  all  can  make  them  bleft. 
4.  O  let  that  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

And  give  iky  blefled  felf  to  me  ; 
If  I  might  be  forever  thine, 

It's  all  the  joys  I  wilh  to  fee. 


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H  YM  N  LXVlI.—AdtiJlLvi's  travel. 
ONE  but  the  loll'wers  of  the  Lamb 

( Whofe  wreftling  fouls  have  fell  the  fame} 

Can  ever  lell,  or  ever  know, 

What  different  fcenes  I'm  carry  \l  through. 

2.  Sometimes  I  drink  of  joys  divin?, 
And  ftng,  ah  !  my  belov'd  is  mine  ; 
Bur  unbeiiei  returns  again, 

And  leads  my  foul  wiih  fear  and  pain. 

3.  Some  limes  I  get  a  fhort  releu'o 
From  chains,  and  find  a  heav'nly  peace  'f 
I  ieap  for  joy,  expecting  Toon 

That  a!!  my  for  rows  will  be  gone. 

4.  But  ioon,  ah  !  fcou  my  joys  are  fled, 
And  raging  fears  perplex  my  head  ; 
Ten  thou'fand  beau's  of  prey  return, 
.Andcaufe  my  bleeding  foul  to  mourn; 

5.  Then  like  a  captive  I  complain, 
Till  the  bieit  ftar  appears  again, 
Then  htav'nly  joys  my  fears  comrou!, 
My  God  tranfperts  my  wounded  foul. 

6.  Same  times  I'm  like  a  waod'nng  Jew, 
That  feeks  a  friend  whom  once  he  knew  ; 
Nor  doth  my  we3ry  foot-fteps  end 

Until  I  find  my  abfent  friend. 

7.  Some  times  I'm  like  a  thirfly  plain, 
Parch'd  up  with  drought,  thirfling  tor  rain  j 
And  when  I'm  water'd  from  above, 
Chearful  I  drink  the  fhow'rs  of  love, 

8.  O  when,  dear  Jefus,  (hall  I  be 
From  all  thsfe  clouds  and  trials  free  ? 
When  mall  I  reach  that  peaceful  fhore 
Where  dorms  of  grief  are  known  no  morel 

HYMN  LXV1U.— The   chnftUn'j  fifttj, 
I.  \jl/  HEN  I  can  find  my  Saviour  nigh, 

I  ieel  my  ftanding  fure  j 
I  reft  beneath  his  watchful  eye, 

And  find  my  heav'n  fecure. 
a.  I  lean  my  foul  upon  his  brceft, 


Kr  r  m  n  js.  156 

Encircled  in  his  a»ns, 
And  there  I  find  my  lafling  reft, 
And  drii  k  immoral  charms. 

3  If  denth  and  hell  myjife  invade, 
Wnh  all  their  rage  and  powVf 

I'm  fate  ber>*a-h  my  Fathers  Qiatic 

In  ev'ry  trying  hour- 
4.  Still  fpread  thy  k;ngdom  in  my  heart, 

O  Lord  my  lofs  repair ; 
Make  ev'ry  other  lover  part, 

And  reign  forever  tbfcre. 
HYMN  LXIX. — Achcerjulfenfe  of  living  i»ifi  God  forever. 
I.  ^~\  Happy  thought  !  to  be  fo  bleft, 

"     As  with  my  God  to  reign  ! 
And  'here  for  ever  I  fliall  reft, 

Nvir  mourn,  nor  fin  again. 
a.  Ere  long  I  mail  be  freed  from  death, 

And  meet  my  God  in  peace  ; 
Far  f-nrn  the  ftorms  of  hell  and  earth, 

Where  joy  "(hall  never  ceafe. 
3.  O  how  it  makes  my  joys  arife, 

To  feel  it  is  for  me  ! 
My  life  immortal  never  dies, 

For  Jefns  reigns  in  me. 

4  Mount,  O  my  foul,  and  reach  the  (here, 
Where  I  delight  to  d*el! ; 

When  once  thefe  ftorms  are  aii  blown  o'er, 

1*11  Cm?    "  NOW    ALL  IS  WELL." 

HYMN  LXX.—Tke  cbrijlian  in  the  dark. 
1.   T   ONG  nights  ofdarknefs  and  of  grief, 

*-J     I've  waded  through  without  relici ; 
And  groan'd  to  fee  the  break  of  dzy, 
To  fcatter  midnight  (hades  away. 
1    This  eurihly  fun  b?ings  not  iheligh*  ; 
The  mom  remains  a  gloomy  n'ght  ; 
Bui  O  one  glimpfe  of  light  divine, 
Expels  thefe  gloomy  (hades  of  mine  I 
3    Break  forth  my  pleffed  God  i  pray, 
With  one  (wee!  glimpfe  ©1  heav'nly  day  ; 


157  H    T   M   N    S. 

Then  will  my  heart  rejoice  in  thee, 

And  blefs  ihy  name  who  fet  me  free. 

HT  MN  LXXL*-The  hs*ven-bornfiut  rejoicing  in  the 

grace  of  COD. 
i.  /~*  RE  AT  was  the  peace  my  ioul  eojoy'd^ 
^     When  firtTl  knew  the  Loid  I 

1  eat,  I  drank,  bui  was  not  cloy'd,  \ 

Si  ill  feafling  round  his  board. 

2  Rich  was  the  fealt  of  joys  divine, 
Wh.ch  Je'fus  did  bellow  ; 

"I  fell  the  bleiTed  Lamb  was  mine, 
And  heav'n  begun  below. 

3  His  arms  of  love  were  clafp'd  around 
iVly  poor  unguarded  foul  ; 

Arid  I  a  heav'nly  calmnefs  found  ; 

And  all  my  wounds  were  whole. 
♦  4.  Cheerful  I  fung  my  Saviour's  name  ; 

And  nVm!y  was  refolv'd 
To  fpiead  abroad  his  bleeding  fame, 

Till  death  this  life  diflblv'd. 
5.  O  Jefus  give  me  (hength  divine 

To  (ell  the  world  thy  love  ; 

0  make  me  as  a  light  to  fhire, 
While  this  dark  world  I  rove. 

HT  MN  LXXIJ.—Chrift  is  all  the  ikriJIUn'sjy. 
I.  #  ")  Jefus  let  me  often  tatte 

^^     The  wonders  of  thy  love  j 
None  but  thyfelf  can  give  me  reft, 

While  I  thisdefert  rove, 
a.  I  I  could  call  this  world  my  own, 

With  all  crea  ed  blifs, 

1  could  not    live  on  that  alone 

Without  redeeming  nace. 

3.  With  thee,  my  God,  there's  folid  peace, 
And  life  and  food  divine  ; 

I  always  find  my  forrow  ceafe 
When  I  feel  that  thou'n  mine/ 

4.  And  O  (hall  I  wi  h  Jefus  dwell, 
In  joys  forever  new  ! 


H   T   M   N   S.  i5l 

Then  will  I  triumph  over  hell, 
And  bid  the  earth  adieu, 
HYMNLXXIII.—Praife  to  GOD  J  or   Us  gooliefs, 

1.  I'LL  blefs  thee,  O  my  God  of  love, 
■"•While  through  this  vale  of  tears  1  rcve; 

Thy  goodrefs  doth  around  me  flrne, 
And  thou,  O  Lord,  hath  made  me  «hine. 

2.  O  may  thy  goodnefscon  my  breaft, 
As  marks  divine  be  well  imprefs'd  ; 
My  heart,  O  God,  I've  give  to  thee, 
Nor  fhall  1  ever  parted  be. 

3.  Thou  art  my  Father,  and  my  Gos, 
My  lile,  my  ftrength,  my  peace,  my  food  ; 
And  now  with  p!eafu:e  would  I  fmg 

The  name  of  my  eternal  King. 

4.  Infpire  me,  Lord,  to  lift  my  ftrain  ; 
Reign  in  mv  heart,  forever  reign  ; 
Thy  name  I  love  ;  and  mud  adore 
My  God,  myall,  forevermore. 

HYMN  LXXlV—Tke  converted  foul  declaring   what 
COD  has  done. 

1.  HTO  you  that  love  my  Chnft  Til  tell, 

*•       And  to  the  world  declare, 
The  Saviour  brought  my  foul  from  hell, 
The  borders  of  defpair. 

2.  And  O  he's  led  me  with  his  love, 
And  fhew'd  his  fm.iling  face  j 

New  I  can  talk  of  joys  above, 
An«l  fing  redeeming  grace. 

3.  It  was  becaufe  his  gtace  was  free, 
His  love  without  abound, 

That  ever  one  fo  vile  as  me, 
A  free  falvation  found. 

4.  O  come  ye  ftarving  fouts  and  fhare 
The  joys  ot  Sion's  hill  ; 

Tne  great  Jehovah  doth  declare 
There's  room  ior  all  that  will. 

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ll Y  M  N    LXXK—Thi  fame.      , 
i.  r\  GOD  how  fha!l  I  tell 

^     The  freedom  of  thy  grace, 
That  drew  me  from  the  jaws  of  hell 

To  fee  thy  fmilirg  face  ! 
2.  O  the  fvveet  joys  divine, 

Of  that  important  day  ! 
I  felt  the  beams  of  glory  fhine, 

And  ftole  my  hrarf  away. 
3    I'  was  my  fwtet  employ 

To  tell  tie  world  ol  Chrifr, 
Tha*  others  might  with  me  enjoy 

Theeverlafting  feaft. 
4.   I  draiik    he  joys  above, 

And  tell  a  heav'nly  flame, 
Beneath  the  banr.er  of  his  love, 

I  fung  my  Saviour's  name. 
e   Ten   »hf  ufand  1  hanks  is  due. 

Ten  thoufand  praifes  he 
To  vhis  eternal  Saviour  who 

Gave  hi?  own  lite  for  me. 

HYMN    LXXVL—JJieuHtUfirChrifi. 
I.     A  DJEU  to  earth  with  all  your  joy  ! 

•*  *     Adieu  to  all  below  ! 
Your  pleafures  all  I'd  count  a  toy, 

If  I  might  Jefus  know. 
*.  Adieu  to  all  created  blifs  ! 

Your  greaieft  frierdfhip  too  ; 
Adieu  >o  all  but  Jefus  Chrifr, 

For  him  I  mult  j  urfue. 
3    O  give  me  Chrift  1  lor  he  is  a!?# 

My  foul  tor  him  doth  pant  ; 
Let  others  take  this  little  pall, 

No  (hare  of  it  I  warn. 
(L,  Jefr.s  while  here  is  my  delight ; 

JSfooiher  joy?  I'd  know  ; 
And  when  I  quit  thefe  (hades  cf^n'ghf, 

J  (hall  wuh  Jefus  go. 


H    T    M    N    S.  i6e 

HYMNLXXVIL—Th  pilgrims  fong. 

1.  \157HY  ftio'ild  we  pilgrims  mourning  go, 

*       When  Ju'fus  goes  beicrc  j 
And  he  ha?  drunk  our  cup  of  wo, 
That  we  mghi  weep  no  more. 

2.  Short  a;e  the  forrows  of  an  hour, 
The  ftorm  will  fcon  fubfide  ; 

We're  guarded  by  almighty  pow'r, 
In  him  we  may  confide. 

3.  We*!!  triumph  over  hell  and  death, 
And  all  their  rage  defy  ; 

And  foon  we'd  take  our  flight  from  earth, 

And  (bar  to  realms  on  high. 
4..  There  foon  the  pilgrims  all  will  meet, 

Wiihin  the  joyful  plains  ; 
Each  one  fha!!  find  a  happy  feat, 

And  fmg  immortal  drains, 
5.  And  there  from  aii  ihefe  forrows  free, 

We'll  reign  in  perlecl  bhfs  ; 
With  Chrilt  our  ail  we  then  (hall  be, 

We  are  forever  his. 
UTMNLXXVUL— Nothing  cheers  the cbrtjlianlut  Chrifi's 
i*ve* 

i.  \i/KEN  l  frotn  my beloved  fl-e» 

^^  No  happy  moments  can  I  fee  ; 
But  foon  with  joy  my  fpirits  move, 
When  I  enjoy  my  Saviour's  love, 
2  Ten  thoufand  worlds  are  all  in  vain, 
When  I  am  daik  to  eafe  my  pain  ; 
There's  nothing  can  my  grief  lemove, 
But  Chrifl  with  his  redeeming  love. 

3.  Not  ail  my  deareft  friends  on  earth, 
Their  honours,  or  their  carnal  mirth, 
Can  make  my  drooping  fpirit  move, 
Until  I  tafte  my  Saviour's  love. 

4.  Infipid  is  my  food  to  me, 
No  pleafing  objedt  can  I  fee, 
Until  my  foul  doth  foar  above, 
And  tafte  of  my  Redeemer's  love. 


161  H    T   M    N    $. 

5.  If  I  had  all  the  joys  below, 

It  would  not  cheer  my  paflions  fo 
As  when  1  eel  my  darknefs  move, 
And  tafte  of  my   Redeemer's  love. 

6.  Or  fhouM  I  featch  the  (tars  to  find 
Some  fohd  joy  to  feed  my  mind  ; 

It  would  but  all  a  burden  pro\e, 
Unlefc  1  f(  und  redeeming  love. 

7.  O  let  this  love  be  all  my  fong, 
While  mortal  vigour  moves  my  tongue, 
Then  with  my  Chrift  in  realms  above, 
I'll  drin£  and  fm^  redeeming  love. 

HT  M  N    LXXIX,  —The  faints  ?uay  rtjuict  ftr  Jefus. 
x.    TESUS  the  Lord  forever  reigns, 

J      His  children  may  exalt  their  (trains  5 
In  him  iheir  ftinding  is  fecure. 
Their  joys  forever  ihall  endure. 

2.  When  moon  2nd  3ars  Sail  ceafe  to  (hine, 
They'll  reign,  in  realms  that  are  divine  j 
With  Jeftis  rergn,  with  Jefus  reft, 

And  liye  eternal  ages  bltfi. 

3.  Then  fhout  ye  faints,  ye  Cons  oi  God, 
And  fpread  your  heav'nly  joys  abroad  j 
Pear  not  the  rage  of  earth  and  bell* 

I  our  Jefus  reigns,  and  all  is  well. 

4.  Let  time  lafh  all  her  fcenes  away, 
And  hand  you  to  eternal  day  ; 
Immortal  glory  is  for  you, 

Soon  as  you  bid  thefe  climes  adieu. 

HYMN  LXXX The  freedom  oj  Chrifs  /we. 

1,  f\  What  a  bit-fling  I  have  found  ! 

^     A  Tea  of  love  that  hath  no  bound  ; 
Sure  I  may  ling  that  grace  is  free, 
That  has  recjeem'd  a  wretch  like  me.  * 
a.  Though  long  I  with  the  wicked  trod. 
Yet  the  unbounded  grace  of  God 
Purfu'd  and  pluck'd  my  foul  from  hell, 
And  now  in  peace  and  joy  I  dwell. 
i.  Sure  I  am  bound  with  tics  of  love 


H    r    M    N    $.  i(JZ 

To  fpread  his  grace  where  e'er  I  rove  ; 
And  if  poor  fouls  inquires  of  me, 
I  muft  declare  his  love  is  free. 
4  Come  then, ye  Carving  finners,  com: 
And  haften  to  my  Father's  home    ; 
His  boundiefs  grace  is  free  fo  r  ycu, 
O  come,  and  rafte  hisgoodnefs  too. 
4.  Why  will  you  die  when  grace  fo  free 
Is  calling  now,  poor  foul,  for  thee  ? 
The  Saviour's  love  no  moredefpifc, 

0  tafle  of  life  that  never  dies. 

HTMN  LXXX. The  freedom  o/Otrifs  fag. 

1.  "IT  was  ;he  uncreated  word 

-■■     Begot  my  foul  u^ain  to  Go©, 
To  an  inheritance  divine, 
A  crown  that  will  ior  ever  mine. 

2.  He  made  my  foul  his  goodntfs  feel. 
And  feal'd  me  with  his  heav'nly  (eai  $ 
He  rais'd  his  kingdom  in  ray  heart, 
Nor  will  he  ever  from  me  part. 

3.  How  fweet  the  joys  my  foul  doih  tafte 
In  him  my  all,  my  friend,  my  Chrift  i 
And  O  I  ever  (hall  enjoy 

This  love  where  nothing  can  annoy. 

4.  Let  a!)  thefe  worlds  diiTolveanddie, 
My  kingdom  ftands  fecure  on  high, 
And  when  'his  hie  fhallceafe  to  move, 

1  fliall  awake  in  realms  of  love. 

HYMN  LXXXIL—Tke  pilgrims  arifi  . 

1.  POME  piignrm  le;  our  bean  arife, 
^     And  all  our  lamps  prepare, 

To  take  our  journey  to  the  ikies, 
For  5 he  brighi  mom  is  near. 

2.  He  tha;  ha*  bcugh:  us  with  his  blood 
Will  fhortly  lor  as  come  ; 

And  we  that  iove  the  bleiild  Lord 
Shall  find  a  happy  home. 

3.  There  all  the  pilgrims  meet  in  joy 

O   6 


1 63  H    T    M    N    S. 

At  their  Redeemer's  throne, 
Wheie  fin  fhall  never  more  annoy, 
P'or  joy  triumphs  alone. 

4.  Then  (hall  we  dwell  with  God  our  King, 
And  fee  him  face  to  face  ; 

Cur  hearts  with  raptures  then  fhall  fmg 
The  wonders  of  his  grace. 

5.  Come  pilgrims  let  us  all  awake, 

That  all  our  lights  may  fhine  ;  % 

The  earth  and  ail  its  charms  forfake, 

And  foar  to  realms  divine, 
HYMN  LXXXI1I.— Cbrift  the ehriflian* s  tnfyjy. 
TJ  OW  pants  my  foul  to  fee  thy  face, 
*■••*      My  Jefus  and  my  love  ! 
There's  nothing  cheers  me  but  thy  grace, 

While  I  this  defert  rove. 

2.  Not  earth  with  all  her  richeft  joy3 
Can  ever  make  me  bleft  ; 

Their  greateft  blifs  1  count  iut  toys 
Compar'd  with  thee  my  Chrift. 

3.  Let  me  have  nothing  but  my  Goi> 
To  rule  in  all  my  foul, 

I'll  run  with  joy  thehcav'nly  read 
Till  years  mall  ceafe  to  roll. 

4.  Then  let  she  happy  moment  come 
And  call  mv  foul  away, 

I'll  meet  my  Fa- her  and  my  home, 

In  realms  oi  heav'nly  day. 
5.  There  I  expe£t  ere  long  to  be 

In  my  Redeemer's  arms, 
From  ail  my  fins  and  forrows  free 

Tranfported  with  his  charms. 
HV  MN  LXXXIV—  Ajertfe  effn,  and  Chrift7 sjuferings. 
Hi  HJNK,  O  my  foul,  what   thou  halt  done  ! 
**       My  guilt  has  pierc'd  the  holy  One ; 
I  hung  a  weight  tpon  his  foul, 
Which  caus'd  thole  floods  of  grief  to  roll. 
2.  He  funk  benea  h  the  weight  of  fin,, 
The  load  fo  great  he  died  therein  j 


H    T   M    N    S.  164. 

The  fallen  nature  which  he  bore, 
Crufh'd  him  in  death,  drefs'd  him  in  gore. 

3.  O  what  unbounded  love  was  this 
_To  bring  us  to  eternal  blifs  ! 

F«ee!y  he  bore  our  death  and  hell, 
That  we  might  in  full  glory  dwell. 

4.  And  now,  methinks  I  hear  him  fa)', 
"  Come ,  dying  finncrs,  come  away  ; 

"  So  great  my  hve,  my  grace  jo  free, 
u  IfyHt  my  bleed,  and  died  for  t bee. 
H  Y  iME  LXXX  V.—  The  drift  tan  happy  in  any  place,  if  they 

enjoy  Cod's  prefence. 
C MOULD  I  be  call'd  to  diltant  wilds, 
Or  fiation'd  on  fome  foreign  more, 
If  there  I  found  my  Saviour's  fmiles, 
And  liv'd  wiih  him,  I'd  want  no  more, 

2.  'Tis  all  alike  a  heaven  to  me, 

If  I  might  there  enjoy  my  God  ; 
Cheerful  I'd  tread  while  Chrilt  I  fee, 
O'er  rocks  and  hills  by  feet  un'rod. 

3.  Far  from  the  broils  of  mortal  tongue?, 
Or  carnal  fcenes  of  mirth  and  pride, 

I'd  chant  my  folitary  fongs, 

And  in  fweet  conteropla'ions  glide. 

4.  The  mofs  mould  be  my  downy  bet?. 
Through  filent  wa'ches  of  the  night  \ 

And  Jefus  guard  my  flumb'ring  head, 
'Till  morning  rays  reitore  the  I'gtW. 

5.  Then  mould  my  fweet  and  morning  lays, 
Send  echoes  through  the  filent  grove  ; 

Jefus  would  hear  the  notes  I  raife  ; 
My  fong  mould  be  redeeming  love, 

6.  Thus  treed  from  ev'ry  outward  fnare, 
To  heav'n  I  would  devote  my  breaih  \ 

Jefus  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
Until  1  flept  the  fleep  of  death. 
HTMN  LXXXVL—The  ehriftian  foon  to  he  delivered. 
COON  ihall  I  quit  this  mortal  fhute, 
^     And  Jefus  Hand  my  friend  / 


i65  HYMN    S. 

My  riighfs  of  grief  (hall  all  be  o'er, 
And  all  my  labors  end. 

2.  Then  (hall  I  reach  the  realms  of  blifs, 
Where  my  beloved  reigns  \ 

Then  I  (hi\\  dwell  where  Jcfus  is, 
And  fmg  immortal  (trains. 

3.  There  I  fliall  drink  unmingled  joy. 
From  (beams  ot  love  divine  y 

No  palling  clouds  for  to  annoy 
Where  God  in  glory  mines. 

4.  O  what  immortal  fcenes  of  blifs 
Will  bear  my  foul  away  ! 

How  fweet  the  realms  of  joy  and  peace 
In  uncreated  day  ! 

HYMN  lxxxvii.— Giving  all toChrift* 

1.  Vy  ITH  joy,  O  God,  I  ail  refign 

*  *       To  be  for  thee,  forever  thine  ; 
I  afk  no  joy  nor  life  but  thee  -y 
One  with  thyfelf,  O  let  me  be. 

2.  While  time  remains  my  foul  mall  {land 
Safe  in  the  hollow  of  thy  hand  ; 

O  let  thy  love  for  me  engage 
Long  as  I  tread  this  mortal  ftage. 

3.  O  let  me  daily  walk  with  thee; 
Where  e*er  1  go  thy  prefence  fee  ; 
Then  (hall  my  life,  and  all  mv  days 
With  joy  be  (pent  in  wtfdom's  ways. 

4.  And  when  thefe  changing  fcenes  are  o'er, 
I'll  quit  the  murmurs  ot  this  fhore, 

And  fail  in  that  eternal  fea, 
Where  all  is  fvvallow'd  up  in  thee. 
HYMN  ixxxvii i*—Who.  can  pruife  COD  ?  Or  wfo  can 
forbear  ? 

1.  "L20W  can  poor  mortals  ever  praifc 
*■"*      The  great  immortal  K^ng, 

When  hofts  above  can  never  ru.fe 
The  well-deferved  firing  \ 

2.  And  >et  how  harden'd  is  the  wretch 
(From  all  that's  good  remote} 

That  doth  ro>  with  3nd  aim  to  firetch 
Tlie  rxcll  exalted  note  i 


H    r   M    N    S.  166 

3.  My  heart  and  lips  are  all  unclean, 

And  long  in  fin  I've  trod, 
With  interpofing  clouds  between 

My  fpirit  and  my  God. 
4..   And  yet  my  hear"  cannot  icrbear  5 

Nay,  tongue  prefumes  to  try  ; 
Let  me  thy  lively  name  declare  ; 

If  noi,  Lord,  let  trie  die.  ' 
5.  Infpire  my  foul,  O  God  of  grace, 

To  tell  the  world  thy  love  ; 
'Tdl  I  (hall  join  thy  lofty  praife, 

In  brighter  realms  above. 

HYMN  lxxx 1 x. —  A  miracle  office  grace, 

1.  /^VNCE  did  my  foul  unguarded  lay 
^^     In  darknefs  on  the  brink  of  death  5 

0  how  I  lear'd  to  launch  away 

Yet  foon  I  thought  to  lofe  my  breath. 

2.  My  fins  and  foes  befei  me  round, 
And  I  beheld  no  place  to  hide  5 

No  friend  nor  helper  to  be  found, 
But  de.ih  and  he!!  on  ev'ry  fide* 

3.  Then  did  the  great  Redeemer  look 
With  pi')  on  my  help'efs  cafe  ; 

And  in  my  arms  my  foul  he  took, 
And  mide  me  fing  redeeming  grace. 

4.  Heheal'd  my  wound?,  andcheei'd  ray  hearty 
And  fed  me  wi-.h  redeeming  love  j 

1  felt  my  guilt  and  fears  depart, 

My  rapuu'd  foul  was  btrne  above. 

5.  O  how  amazing  was  the  change 
My  foul  enjoy 'd  by  grace  divine  i 

Pluck'd  from  the  jaws  of  endlefs  pains, 
And  brought  to  know  the  Lord  was  mine. 

6.  Lord  I  mail  make  thee  no  returns 
For  thine  unbounded  love  fo  great  ! 

And  yet  thy  love  wiihin  me  burns 
With  warm  defues  to  walh  thy  feet. 


,67  HTMN    S. 

HTMN  XC —Tbt  fwestnefs  of  Chrijl's  name* 

1.  r\  What  a  joy  I've  found 
^     In  the  Redeemer's  name  ! 

It  brings  a  cure  to  ev'ry  wound, 
And  wipes  away  cur  flume. 

2.  It  will  reftore  the  blind, 
And  caufe  the  deaf  to  hear, 

It  cheers  the  poor  unhappy  m'ind, 

And  triumphs  over  fear. 
3    This  name  is  living  bread 

For  cv'ry  ftarving;  foul  ; 
'Twiil  heal  the  Tick  and  raife  the  dead, 

And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

4.  The  thirfty  fouls  may  drink, 
And  fi  id  a  fweet  fuppiy  ; 

And  fouls  that  do  begin  to  fink 
May  tafte  and  never  die. 

5,  O  come  ye  Tinners,  then, 

And  know  the  bleeding  Lamb  ; 
And  foon  your  fouls  will  fay  Amen, 
Sweet  is  the  Saviour's  name. 

HTMN     XCI.—Choofing  0}  all  in  Chrijix 

1.  TTHY  blelTed  felf,  OJefus  grant, 

^       And  in  thee  let  me  ever  red  5 
'Tis  all  I  need,  'tis  all  I  want, 
To  be  with  thee  forever  bled. 

2.  Thy  love  excludes  my  griei  and  pain, 
And  bears  my  fpirit  far  above  ; 

O  let  me  with  this  Jefus  reign, 
And  ever  fing  his  dying  love  ! 

3.  Sweet  are  the  ftreams  of  joy  divine 
That  from  my  bleifed  Jefus  flow  ; 

And  fince  this  gloiious  Chnft  is  mine, 
What  treafures  can  my  foul  have  more  5 

4.  O  God  !  my  God  !  and  can  it  be 
This  prize  immortal  is  for  me  } 

Ah  !  Lord  thyfeU  was  freely  giv'n, 
And  thou  art  my  eternal  heav'n, 


H    Y   M    N    S.  x63 

fYMN  XCII.— C  0  D's  gto4nefs%  and  the  ihriflim's  e>M- 

tiffs. 
I,  r\  What  a  carefefs  foul  am  I 

^^     To  rove  fo  far  from  ifcee  my  God  ? 
Who  faw  my  (cm!  condemn'd  to  die, 

And  fav'd  me  by  thy  precious  b'roJ. 

1.  When  dea  hand  hell  with  all  their  povv'r, 
Arofc  againlr  my  ra!<ed  foul ; 

Thine  arm  appear'd  ;ha'  dreadtul  hour, 
Subdu'd  their  rage,  and  made  me  whoTe. 

2.  Thou  heaPd  the  wounds  that  fin  had  made, 
And  fili'd  my  foul  with  love  divine  ; 

And  then  in  love  ihou  fpake  and  faid, 
"  FtMrno?  Vllbe  fcrtver  thine." 

4.  But  Loid  I  wandei'd  far  from  thee, 
And  did  my  comforts  all  deftroy  ; 

And  now  in  midnight  (hades  I  be 
Without  a  fenfe  of  Chrift  my  joy. 

5.  Remove  my  darknefs,  O  my  God, 

And  bring  me  from  thefe  chains  of  death  J 
Feed  me  again  wi  h  heav'nly  food, 
And  let  me  feel  my  facred  birth. 

6.  Beneath  the  banner  of  thy  love, 
I  long  to  fit  again  and  fing  ; 

And  feel  my  fpirit  mount. above, 
Wrap'd  in  the  mantle  of  my  King. 

HYMN  XCW.—7ht  pi/grims  parting  Hymn. 

1.  "DLESS  us,  O  God,  before  we  part, 
"■"^     And  take  us  near  to  thee, 

That  we  may  ftill  be  joio'd  in  heart, 
Where  e'er  our  bodies  be. 

2.  Though  long  and  diftant  we  may  rove, 
While  this  defert  we  tread, 

May  ev'ry  foul  be  one  in  h  ve, 

Secure  in  Chrift  tmt  head. 
3   Fill  ev'ry  heart,  O  God,  with  grace, 

And  all  our  lives  engage 
To  run  with  joy  the  chriftian  race 

Through  this  er.chasted  (tage. 
4.  Long  as  we  fed  the  heav'nly  flame, 


369  H    r   M    N    S. 

'Tis  joy' to  fpread  thy  love  ; 
O  may  ihy  gondncfs  be  our  them* 

'Till  we  awake  above. 
5.  Then  ravtfh'd  in  immortal  blifr, 

Shall  Ting,  and  love,  and  gaze  j 
Tor  we  fhall  be  where  Jefus  is, 

In  his  meridian  blaze. 

E  Y  M  N  xciv.— The  travelling  pilgrims. 
1.  piLGMIMS  m  the  Lord  rejoice  h 

A       We  are  one  in  heart  and  voice  ; 
Chrift  has  bought  us  wiih  his  blocd  ; 
We  are  haft'ntng  home  to  God. 
2V  We  may  alt  forget  cur  pam  ; 
We  (hall  foon  in  glory  reign  ; 
Gi  ch  and  doubts  fhall  foon  be  o'er, 
^leei  where  pilgrims  part  no  more. 

3.  World  adieu  wnh  all  your  toys ;  " 
We  defpife  your  carnal  joys  ; 

We  have  better  joys  above  ; 
We  have  found  redeeming  love. 

4.  Jefus  is  our  friend  and  King  ; 
Hi*  h»gh  praifes  let  u?  fing  ; 
Riches  heie  we  count  but  drofs  ; 
We  will  glory  in  the  crofs. 

5.  Though  the  world  load  us  with  lTiame, 
We  will  chnofe  the  pilgrims  name  ; 
Heav'nly  lands  we're  bound  to  fee, 
There  w'uh  Chrift  we  foon  (hall  be. 

6.  O  the  raptures  of  our  fl  ght, 
Sailing  home  to  perfect  light  I 
Anthems  to  the  Saviour  ihen, 
Ev'ry  foul  mall  fay  Amen. 

HYMN  xcv. — Chrift  prechur  to  the  believe?, 

1.  TV^  Y  tongue  can  ne'er  exprefs 

*  The  worth  ol  Chrift  my  friend  ! 

He  doth  his  heav'nly  foll'wers  blefs 
With  joys  that  never  end. 

2.  Thefe  ireafures  will  endure 
When  earthly  crowns  (hall  ceafejj 


n  r  m  n  s.  i?o 

Thejoysofall  the  fain's  are  fare, 

And  ever  will  increafe. 
3    O  bleffcd  Souls  are  thoFe, 

Who  have  their  portion  there! 
Their  happir,efs  no  limits  kno*?, 

For  they  in  Jefus  are. 

4.  He  is  their  chief  delight, 
And  all  that  they  can  have; 

Theic  leader  through  thefe  fhades  of  night, 
And  life  beyond  the  grave. 

5.  Safe  in  his  blefied  hand, 
His  bofom  and  his  love, 

Their  Dew- born  fouls  fecurely  fland, 
Their  rock  C3n  never  move. 

6.  They  never  need  to  fear, 
Whiift  Chrift  their  Saviour  reigns, 

They  Oiall  with  him  in  heav'n  appear, 
While  he  his  throne  maintain?, 

7.  He's  all  the  chriftian's  peace, 
While  trav'ling  here  below  ; 

And  when  thefe  mortal  clouds  (hall  ceafe, 

To  er.dlefs  blifs  they  go. 
2.  O  let  this  Chrift  be  mine. 

And  I  will  afk  no  more ; 
Forever  Lord  I  would  be  thine, 

And  thy  bleft  name  adore. 
9.  On  eanh  thy  love  I'd  tafte/ 

I  (hall  be  happy  then  ; 
S3y  thou  art  mine,  O  precious  Chrift. 

And  I  will  fay  Amen. 

HYMNS  and  SW^ITUAL"isbNG8." 

BOOK    IV. 

Con fi 'fling  chiefly  of  chrift  tar.  travels   ;  the  joys  and  trials  cf 
the  foul. 
HYMN  1.— The  doubting  chriftian  pantinf  for  liberty. 
I.  V\fHEN  will  the   pr.w'r  of  grace 
*  *       My  doubts  and  fears  deftroy  ? 

r 


171  H    y    M    N    S. 

When  fliall  I  fee  my  Saviour's  lace, 
To  turn  my  grief  to  joy  ? 

2.  When   fhall  I  fee  the  day 
That  jefus  will  make  known 

His  leve  tome,  that  I  may  fay 
My  Jefus  is  my  own  ? 

3.  Jefus  is  all  I  want  ; 
O  give  thyfelf  to  me  ; 

My  fpirit  groans,  my  heart  doth  pant, 
Thy  fmiling  face  to  fee. 

4.  Then  will  my  foul  rejoice, 
And  truft   upon  thy   world  ; 

The  world  (hall  hear  my  cheerful  voice 

Extol  the  Lord  my  God. 
HYMN     II.—  %he  Metfiah  come  with  free  faltatUn, 
I.     A  LL  glory  ?o  the  God  in  clay  ! 

^^     Thus  (toop'u  hi?  gocdnefs  to  difplay, 

Now  Jefus  is  his  name; 
Hatk  !  how  the  heav'nly  arches  ring, 
While  thcufands  and  ten  thoufands  fing 

All  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
1,   Let  ev'ry  land  below  the  fk'e«, 
From  earth's  amufii>k  (lumbers  rife, 

And  find  the  Saviour  room  ; 
While  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongus 
Unite  in  one  haimoniousfong, 

And  fing  redeeming  grace. 

3.  Say  mottals,  can  your  tongues  forbear. 
Such  bcundlefs  goodnefs  to  declare  ? 

O  fpread  redeeming  love  ! 
How  can  the  Gentiles  or  the  Jews, 
Monarchs  or  nations  e'errefufe. 

Their  ftamtn'rmg  tongues  to  move  \ 

4.  His  love  defcrves  the  hsgheft  praife 
That  all  created  pow'rs  can  raife  \ 

O  found  his  worthy  lame  ! 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  the  concert  join, 
To  mom  his  name  wrh  f;ngs  divine  \ 

AH  glory  to  the  Lamb ! 


H    r    M    N    S.  172 

HYMN    III.—  Th:  prstytr  and  complaint    of  the   doubting 
chrifiiaH. 

i.  TTNHAPPYfbul,  O  God.  1  rove 

**J      So  dillant  from  thy  lace  1 
When  (hall  I  feel  eternal  love, 
And  fing  redeeming  grace  ? 

1.  O  fpeak  1  he  healing  w  >rd  to  me, 
D^ar  Lord,  and  let  me  know 

Thy  bleeding  love  hath  fet  me  free 
From  everiafting  wo. 

3.  My  hie,  O  God,  wi  hout  thy  love, 
With  ev'ry  earthly  good, 

Will  all  a  fcene  of  furrow  prove. 
And  fia:i  a  tiresome  road. 

4.  But  O  one  fpark  of  heav'nly  day, 
One  crumb  of  food  divine 

Drives  all  my  flivifh  fears  away, 
And  makes  redemption  mine. 

5.  Come  gio.-ious  Prince  ol  Peace,  and  give 
Thy  bletTed  fclf  to  me  ; 

O  let  me,  let  me,  let  me  live, 

To  ihee,  my  GoDt  to  thee. 

HYMN      W.—Thsftme* 
(~\  Could  my  foul  the  Saviour  find, 
^-^     And  know  he  died  for  me, 
How  would  the  fcene  rranfport  my  mind  ! 

How  happy  fhould  I  be  1 

2.  There's  nothing  elfe  ihat  can  rejoice 
This  wounded  heari  of  mine  ; 

O  Jefus  let  me  hear  thy  voice 
Declare  that  I  am  thine. 

3.  I  cannot  reft  until  I  know, 
O  come  the  happy  hour. 

And  bring  a  period  to  my  wo, 
By  heav'ns  immortal  pow'r. 

4.  Then  will  my  heart  rejoice  to  fing 
The  praifes  of  my  God  ; 

I'd  lean  upon  my  heav'nly  King, 
And  fprcad  his  love  abroad. 


173  H    T   M    N    S. 

HYMN    V.  —  Thc  chriftian's  choke.. 
*•  TTHIS,  ihisO  God,  is  my  req  idt, 

Thyfelf  the  boundlefs  Tea  ot  love  ; 
On  eanh  with  thy  fweet  prefence  bieft, 
And  w;th  thee  in  the  realms  above. 

2.  I  cannot  be  contented  Lord, 

To  fpend  one  day  without  thy  love, 
O  feed  me  hourly  with  thy  word, 

To  waik  with  thee  where  e'er  I  rove. 

3.  Fain  would  1  wholly  live  to  thee, 
And  follow  other  gods  no  more  ; 

And  in  thy  prefence  always  be, 
Until  I  reach  the  peaceful  fhore. 

4.  Thy  fate,  O  Jcfus  let  me  fee, 
And  feel  the  wonders  of  thy  love  : 

Spend  all  my  mortal  days  wiih  thee, 
And  then  awake  in  realms  above. 

5.  There  fliali  my  foul  from  forrows  reft, 
And  found  with  joy  my  Saviour's  fame  ; 

O  thought !  to  be  forever  bleft, 
In  the  embraces  of  the  Lamb. 

6.  O  give,  thou  blefTed  Prince  of  Peace, 
This  eves  lading  crown  to  me  ; 

Where  fongs  of  joy  fhall  never  ceafe, 
And  all  mv  pow'rs  wrapt  up  in  thee. 

HYMN    VI—Afong  ofpraife  U  Chrift. 

1.  "I ESUS  the  heav'nly  Lamb  was  flain, 
J      A  rebel  world  to  fave  ; 

Jefus  the  itnners  life  to  gain, 
His  own  a  ranfome  gave 

2.  He  bleeds,  he  dies  beneath  the  weight 
Ol  man's  enormous  guilt  ; 

His  grace  fo>  free,  his  love  fo  great, 
His  blood  was  freely  fpilt. 

3.  Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  thy  name, 
Thou  finners  only  friend  ! 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  love  proclaim, 
Till  mortal  days  fhall  end. 

4.  Then  let  eternal  ages  found 


H    T   M    N    S.  174 

Thy  name  in  realms  above, 
Where  everlafting  joys  abound, 

A  fea  of  perfect  love. 
HYMN  VIL—Tbd  doubting  chrifiian  mourning  unfar  [m 
and  death. 

1.  C\  God  does  not  my  fpirii  grieve, 
^     And  groan  with  panting  brea'h. 

And  lon^  and  pray  to  be  reliev'd, 
From  datknefs,  fin,  and  death, 

2.  I  cannot  reft  beneath  thefe  chains, 
Without  feme  life  divine  ; 

But  nothing  can  remove  my  pain?, 
Till  heav'n  doth  on  me  mine. 

3.  O  muft  I  ftillthisdefeit  rove, 
Without  the  Lord  my  friend  ? 

There's  nothing  but  the  Saviour's  love 
Can  make  my  forrows  end. 

4.  Break  down  this  wall  of  unbelief, 
And  let  me  fee  thy  face  \ 

O  Jefus  give  my  foul  relief, 
Then  will  1  fing  thy  grace. 

5.  I  long  to  fee  the  happy  hour, 
When  1  mall  Jefus  know  ; 

Send  down  thy  fpirit  Lord  with  pow'r, 

And  fave  me  from  ray  wo. 
U  Y  M  N    VIIL—The  chriftian  thirjiing  for   a   nsarntfi 

to  Chrijl. 
I.  r\  FOR  an  heart  infpir'd  with  grace, 

^^     To  love  and  ferve  the  Lord  ! 
With  joy  I'd  wa'k  in  wifdom's  ways, 

And  feed  upon  big  word. 
£,  Then  would  I  tread  all  earthly  joys 

As  duft  beneath  my  feet  ; 
A!l  things  but  Jefus  are  but  toys  ; 

But  he  is  joys  complete. 
3.  O  let  me  near  this  Jefus  live, 

How  happy  (hall  1  be  ! 
The  grea'.eii  bldlings  he  can  give 


i75  H    r   M    N    S. 

Is  his  own  felf  to  me. 
4    O  what  bleft  hours  I  then  ihouki  fee, 

Enrich'd  with  joys  divine  1 
O  fav,  ('ear  Jefus,  can  it  be, 

^iich  boundlefs  trea  lure's  mine. 

H  YM  N  IX.— The  happy  flate  tfchriflians. 

1.  D  LEST  a:e  ihe  fouls  that  know  the  Lord, 
***     And  hurfcbJy  walk  before  his  face  ; 

They  Feaift  upon  immortal  food, 

And  fing  with  joy  redeeming  grace. 

2.  Cheerful  they  trtad  shis  defcrt  through, 
Led  by  »he  biefl  Redeemer's  hand  \ 

And  when  they  bid  the  earth  adieu, 

With  joy  will  .-each  the  heav'oly  land. 
3   There  from  their  forrowsthey  fliaii  reft, 

With  angels  on  the  peaceful  flrore, 
Anl  wi'h  immortal  glories  bled, 

To  leave  their  chief  delight  no  mote. 
4.  O  might  it  be  my  portion  too, 

To  have  the  bleliings  they  enjoy  ! 
I'd  bt  J  all  other  joys  adieu, 

And  j<  in  in  their  divine  employ. 

H  Y  M  N    X>—Afong  ofpraife  f  Chrifi, 

1.  XJf/HAT  (ball  we  render  to  thy  name, 

V*       O  thcu  incarnate  God  ? 
We  would  adore  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
For  his  redeeming  blood. 

2.  Thy  dying  lo\e,  O  Prince  of  Peace, 
Deferves  e  ernal  praife  ; 

Hof  (hall  the  cheerful  accents  ceafe, 
Through  everlafting  day?. 

3.  Freely  thou  leSt  the  realms  of  light, 
And  dy'd  for  wretched  men  ; 

That  from  the  gulf  of  endlcfs  night, 
They  might  in  glory  teign, 

4.  Thy  grace  and  fpirit  fo  abounds, 
Through  all  the  world  doth  move  \ 

To  every  heart  thy  voice  refcunds 


H    T    If    N    S.  176 

The  offers  of  thy  love. 
HYMN  XL— The  chriftian  mourning  under  fitt,  doubt  ^and 
death. 

1.  UOW  fail  and  heavy  is  my  days, 

*■■*     O  Go9,  without  thy  cheering  voice  ! 
But  when  I  feel  thy  heav'nly  rays, 
My  foul  mounts  up  and  can  rejoice. 

2.  But  now  wiihout  the  Saviour's  love 
I'm  bound  with  chains  of  death  and  fin  ', 

And  like  a  captive  mourning  rove, 
Till  he  revives  my  foul  again. 

3.  Ten  thoufand  foes  befet  my  way, 
When  I  with  the  ungodly  run; 

Yet  wretched  foul  how  oft  I  (tray, 
And  mourn  like  Job  without  the  fun. 

4.  The  day  I  fpend  in  deep  difirefs, 

And  through  ten  thoufand  fubje&s  rove  ; 
And  nights  without  one  moment's  reft, 
Until  I  find  my  abfent  love. 

5.  O  could  I  from  this  bondage  flee, 
And  find  my  foul  in  Jefus*  love, 

How  happy,  happy  fhould  I  be, 

While  through  this  wrerched  world  I  rove  I 
HTMN    XII.— The  joy   tf faints  ab*ve< 

1.  UOW  happy  are  the  faints 
*"^     Awoke  in  perfect  joy  ! 

Far  from  their  forrows  and  complaints, 
Where  nothing  can  annoy. 

2.  Rejoicing  there  they  fee 
The  glories  of  their  God  ; 

Where  Jefus  is  'tis  there  they  be, 
And  he  is  ail  their  good. 

3.  They  drink  of  Jefus*  love, 
And  lean  upon  his  breaft.; 

They  fail  through  all  ihe  realms  aboye, 
With  joy  forever  bleft. 

4.  They've  reach'd  the  peaceful  (hare, 
And  found  their  happy  home  ; 

Their  fouls  rejoice  foicv^imore, 


i77  H   T   M   N    8. 

Where  grief  can  never  come. 

HYMN    XIIJ. For  the  tunning. 

1.  XJ  OVV  with  the  mom,  my  foul,  arife, 
^      And  fttetch  to  realms  above  the  fkies  > 

Let  ev'ry  pow'r  of  heart  and  tongue, 
Unite  to  lift  a  morning  fong. 

2.  Jefus  preferv'd  me  through  the  night, 
And  rais'd  me  to  the  morning  light  j 

0  may  1  now  with  Jefus  wake, 
And  ev'iy  other  love  forfake. 

3.  O  Jefus  come  and  lead  my  way 
Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day  ; 
Thou  heav'nly  lun  upen  me  (Kine, 
And  cheer  me  with  thy  joys  divine, 

4.  From  fins  anddarknefs  fet  me  tree, 
And  let  me  walk  this  day  with  thee  ; 
And  when  thefe  mortal  days  mall  ceafe, 

1  fljall  awake  in  realms  of  peace. 

HYMN    XIV. For  the  evening. 

1.  rT  HIS  evening,  O  my  God,  to  thee, 

A       I  will  myfelf  refign; 
Come  life  or  death,  O  let  me  be, 

Dear  Lord,  forever  thins. 
1.  Secure>  O  Lord,  my  fpirit  keep, 

From  hell's  infulting  pow'rs  ; 

Thou  fhepherd  of  thy  ieeble  fheep, 

O  guard  my  flumbYmg  hours. 

3.  If  death  this  night  my  lrfe  invade, 
And  I  muft  quit  my  clay, 

O  lead  me  through  death's  gloomy  (hade, 
Toeverlafling  day. 

4.  But  if  once  more  thou  raife  my  head 
To  fee  ike  riling  fun, 

O  may  I  leave  my  flumb'ring  bed 
The  christian  race  to  run. 

5.  O  let  me  live  alone  to  thee, 
While  through  this  world  I  rove  f 

And  when  from  mortal  clogs  I'm  free, 
Reach  thy  bleft  realms  of  love. 


HYMN    9.  17* 

HYMN  XV.— On  drift's  death,  and  his  hvc. 

1.  /""*"*  RE  AT  did  ihv  love  and  pi :  y  re<got 
y<J     Thou  flaughterM  Lamb  ol  God, 

When  in  the  agonies  of  pans 
Thou  bore  the  Tinners  load  ! 

2.  Ten  thoufand  fins  upon  thy  foul, 
Like  pond'rous  mounts  ns  prek'J, 

And  wafting  floods  of  anguifh  roll, 
Through  all  thy  wounded  bread. 

3.  O  boundltfs  love  of  anci  nt  date  I 
Redeeming  grace  how  free  ! 

Think.  O  my  foul,  and  tell  how  great 
That  love  that  b'ed  for  thee  ! 

4.  Jcfus  our  God,  what  (haH  we  pay 
For  love  fogieat  3s  thine  I 

Whar  (hall  we  think,  what  (hall  we  fay, 
Oi  wonders  fo  divine  ! 

5.  Let  ev*ry  people,  ev*ry  tongue, 
And  ev'ry  land  and  (hore, 

Commence  an  everlafting  fong, 
Thy  goodnefs  to  adore. 

6.  Let  faints  on  earth  with  pleafure  fing 
The  honours  of  thy  name, 

While  all  the  heavViy  arches  ring 
With  u  WTor»hv  is  the  Lamb." 
HYMN   XVL—Tbe  chrijlian's   complaint,  and / km 

1.  r\  Jefus  take  away 

^~*     This  pride  and  unbelief  -T 
They  lead  thy  wandVmg  child  aftray, 
And  load  my  foul  with  grief. 

2.  I  never  can  rejoice 

But  when  my  God  is  near ; 

0  let  me  feel  thy  charming  voice*, 
And  I'll  forget  my  fear. 

3.  1  long  to  be  releas'd 
From  unbelief  and  pride  ; 

1  long  to  feel  my  love  increas'd, 

And  on  the  Lord  confide. 

4.  Lord  may  thy  iove  conftrain 


My  drooping  heart  away, 
And  lead  me  In  the  paths  divine 

To  everted  ing  day. 
4.   H>w  cheerful  would  I  go, 

If  Jefus  would  attend, 
To  let  my  fellow  mortals  know 

The  love  of  Chrifl  my  friend. 
HYMN  XylL—Tht  chriflian  amazed  at  his  van  fufidity. 
1.  f*\  Was  it  for  my  wretched  foul 

^^     The  Saviour  bled  fo  fiee  ! 
What  farrows  through  his  bofom  reli, 

And  pains  of  death  for  me  ! 
a.  Then,  O  my  foul,  how  can'ft  thou  fleep, . 

Or  from  fuch  goodnefs  rove  ! 
How  can  my  tongue  a  filence  keep, 

And  not  declare  his  love  ! 
3.  Shall  the  eternal  Prince  oi  hcav'a 

Give  up  his  life  for  me, 
And  fhew  me  all  my  fins  forgiv'n, 

And  I  fo  (tupid  be. 
4..  Ten  thou  fat  id  thoufand  thanks  belong 

To  thee,  O  Lamb  oi  God, 
And  ev'ry  heart,  and  cv'ry  tongue 

Should  found  thy  name  abroad. 

HYMN    XVUL—On  unbtlief. 

1.  f~\  Jefus  could  my  foul  believe 
^^     I  foon  mould  fee  thy  grace  ; 

Nothing  but  faith  can  me  FTJieve 
And  let  me  fee  thy  face. 

2.  'Tis  unbelief,  that  cruel  foe, 
Doth  all  my  peace  deftroy, 

And  chains  me  down  to  fcenes  of  wo 
Without  one  fp3rkof  joy. 

3.  'Tis  this  that  bars  poor  fouls  from  heav'n, 
And  fends  them  down  to  hell ; 

And  by  this  fin  the  faints  are  driv'n 
In  darknefs  oft  to  dwell. 

4.  It  wounds  my  foul,  and  flights  the  love 
Oi  Chrifl  my  bleeding  Lord  j 


H    r  w    N    S.  tto 

3 J  keeps  me  from  ths  jays  above, 

And  vei;s  rh'e'ernil  v.ord. 

HT  MN    XIX.— The  ihriJIMs  fafetj. 
I.    *1/HY  do  ye  mourn,  ye  blefled  faints  ? 

**       Or  why  indulge  your  fear  ) 
Fall  not  a  prey  to  fad  complaints, 

S;nce  GoD  is  always  near. 
1.  Ahhough  in  fins  you  often  grieve, 

And  feel  your  heavy  chains 
Think  on  the  Lord,  in  him  bslieve, 

And  you'U  forget  your  pains. 

3.  He  loves  you  with  eternal  'ove, 
And  foon  for  you  will  come  ; 

Make  all  your  doubts  and  forrows  caove, 
And  bring  you  to  your  home. 

4.  Go  on  rejoicing  in  your  friend, 
And  fing  immortal  love, 

'Till  all  thefe  mortal  fcenes  (hall  end. 

And  vou  awake  above. 
HYMN  XX,— On  tht  h^ftnefs  offaintt  afovt. 
1.  /"^RE^T  are  ihe  joys  of  faints  above, 

^^     Beyond  what  tongue  can  tdi  j 
Full  they  enjoy  their  Saviour's  love, 

And  in  his  bofom  dwell, 
a.  Now  they  have  reach'd  their  happy  honee^ 

Tfoe  fea  of  perfect  joy  ; 
Where  ioterpoiing  clouds  ne'er  come, 

Nor  foes  their  peace  annoy. 

3.  Their  joys  are  now  forever  new, 
And  all  their  forrows  gone  ; 

All  other  loves  they've  bid  adieu, 
And  with  the  Lord  are  one. 

4.  Cheerful  they've  run  the  chriftian  race, 
And  reach'd  the  peaceful  more, 

And  fee  their  Jefus  face  to  face, 
Where  clouds  can  veil  no  more. 

5.  Arife  mv  foul,  the  crown  puifue, 
And  talie  redeening  love ; 

For  I  Buy  fhaie  the  glories  toa 


i8i  H    T   M    N    S. 

With  all  the  faints  above. 

HYMN  XXI. Encouragement  for  thrifliam. 

i.  HpHO*  fasnts  pafs  thro'  fome  trying dajs, 

-*       By  that  intruding  unbelief; 
Soon  they  fhal!  fliout  eternal  praife, 

And  from  thefe  furrows  find  relief. 
a.  On  times  they  feel  a  ftupid  frame, 

And  mourn  the  abfence  of  their  love  ; 
But  foon  their  Jefusdoth  enframe 

Their  fouls,  and  bear  ihem  far  above. 

3.  And  foon  he'll  wipe  all  tears  away, 
And  1  hey  from  all  their  forrows  fell  ; 

He'll  hand  them  to  eternal  day, 
To  be  with  him  forever  bieft. 

4.  O  give  my  foul  a  friend  Co  dear, 
A  portion  in  the  realms  above; 

And  while  I  tread  this  defert  here, 
Let  me  enjoy  thy  conftant  love. 

5.  Defcend  thou  heav'nly  Dove,defccnd  $ 
Bear  me  on  thy  celellial  wing  ; 

I  will  rejoice  in  thee  my  friend, 
And  triumphs  on  my  journey  ling. 

HYMN    XXIL—On  the  death  of  Qhrif. 

1.  TTHINK,  O  my  foul,  what  Jefus  bore, 

*■•       When  nail'd  uponihe  Giamelul  tree  S 
Hi<?  body  drefs'd  in  purple  gore, 
His  foul  in  agonies  for  me. 

2.  Behold  he  bleeds,  and  groans,  and  dies, 
And  till  his  laltexpiring  breath, 

He  groans,  and  prays  with  earneft  cries, 
For  wretched  fouls  contkmn'd  to  death. 

3.  O  what  amazing  pity  this  ! 

The  Saviour  bears  the  fmners  load, 
To  crown  ihem  with  immortal  b'ifs, 
And  make  poor  rebels  Ions  of  God. 

4.  Had  I  tenthoufand  thoufand  tongues, 
I  never  could  his  lovcxprefs  ; 

But  O  !  I'd  raife  ten  thoufand  fongs 
To  Chrift  the  Lord  our  Righ;coufnefs» 


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HYMN  XXIII.— Excouragtmext  to    the  mourning  thrift- 

i&ns. 
1.    \ll/HY(Ioye  thus  in  forrow  flray, 

*  *       Ye  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Believe,  and  diiveyour  tears  away, 

Anil  fit  g  your  Saviour's  name. 
2    Though  worldly  Arrows  you  fuftain, 

Forbid  a  murm'irng  .ear, 
Since  Jcfus  is  your  only  gain, 

Why  will  you  mourn  or  fear  ? 

3.  Though  trials  often  chain  yen  clown 
From  his  immediate  lovt, 

Yet  fuon  you'll  reach  the  hcav'rJy  crown 
VVnh  ali  the  faints  abe\e. 

4.  There  face  to  face  your  fouls  (hall  fee 
Your  everlafting  friend  ; 

In  per  fed  glory  you  (hail  be, 
And  all  your  forrows  end. 

HYMN  XXIV.  — The  fame. 

1.  ^^  O  more  ye  foll'wcrs  of  ihe  Lamb. 
-^      Indulge  your  fear  and  grief, 

Believe  and  feel  that  lovely  name 
That  died  for  your  relief. 

2.  Soon  will  he  wipe  your  tears  away, 
And  turn  your  grief  to  joy  ; 

He'll  bring  you  to  eternal  day, 
Where  nothing  can  annoy. 

3.  There  (lull  you  join  the  heav'nly  throng, 
Who  drink  immortal  love  ; 

With  triumphs  fing  the  Victor's  fong, 
Through  all  the  realms  above. 

4.  O  Lamb  of  God,  and  (hall  I  have 
My  portion  with  them  there  ? 

*Tis  a1 1  I  meed,  'tis  all  I  crave* 
Wi'h  thy  dear  fons  to  (hare. 

5.  All  things  below  I  count  but  fmall 
When  I  can  Jefus  fee, 

Ai.d  find  he  is  my  life,  my  all, 

3 


i$3  H    r   M    N    S. 

An<l  I  from  bondage  free. 
6,   S^eak,  Lord,  ard  let  me  really  know 

That  1  am  m  »hy  love, 
/.  nd  call  my  heart  from  joys  below 

To  folic!  joys  shove. 
HTMN  XXF* — Wondering  at,  and rejoicing  in  the  love  of 
Cetl. 

J'  O  ^2S  J^°roh  tn°"gtri  en  me, 

And  bore  my  guiuy  load  ! 
Amazing  thought  !  and  can  it  br, 
To  bring  me  home  ?oGod  ! 

2.  Then  leap  my  foul  from  forrows  free'd  ! 
And  fing  (he  glorious  plan  ; 

ah  enters  fit  fh  to  bleed 
For  wretched  dying  man. 

3.  My  ears  have  heard  the  joyful  found, 
Of  trie  Redeemer's  love  ; 

My  foul  hath  felt  my  heart  hath  found 
A  Sayicur  from  ?bove. 

4.  Forever  b'tff d  be  thy  name, 
Thou  Lamb  that  dy'd  for  me  ! 

And  all  my  foul  with  love  inflame, 

To  thee*  my  God.  to  thee. 

iV  XX1V-— The  bleffed  and '/eft  flat*  cfMjliani. 
I.    r|  HUiCE blefTed  are  the  faintsot  God, 

*       Though  oft  they  grieve  in  darknefs  here  ; 
Chrift  has  the  way  before  them  trod, 

Ai.f!  for  thcji  help  is  always  near. 
%  His  arm  of  love  fliall  guard  them  fafe, 

Long  as  they  tread  this  barren  land, 
And  loon  he'll  call  them  from  their  giicf 

To  reign  with  joy  at  his  right  ha:. i. 

3.  Hell  may  invade,  and  earth  annoy, 
Their  y  y  and  peace  while  here  below  ; 

hell  cat  nc't  deflroy, 
Nor  move  their  final  overthrow. 

4.  1  heir  lives  in  Chi  ill  are  hid  fecure  ; 
1  heir  portion  lies  beyor  ice  j 

U  life  forever  mult  endure, 


H    T    M    N    S.  iH 

i  God  is  all  the  life  they  have. 
5.  Their  rjaaetare  feal'd  upon  his  hearfg 
And  well  the  Saviour  knows  his  own  ^ 
Nor  (hail  ihey  from  his  bofom  part, 
As  long  as  God  maintains  his  throne. 

HTMN  XXflL—For  the  evening, 

1.  JI/fY  lite  and  foul  10  thee.O  God, 
IVjl     This  evening  Ireiign* 

And  fruft  upon  iby  living  word. 
To  be  forever  ;hine. 

2.  O  Jefus  take  me  in  ;hy  care, 
And  guard  my  life  in  peace, 

And  keep  my  foul  from  every  fnare, 
'Till  all  thefe  nights  (hall  ceafe. 

3.  Then  in  the  ev'ning  of  my  day?, 
When  trembling  nature  dies, 

Call  me  away  to  love  and  praife, 
With  faints  above  the  Ikies. 

4.  There  I  ftiall  need  this  ilsep  no  more^ 
Nor  feel  this  mortal  frame  i 

But  ba(k  oa  lire's  immortal  more 
In  heav'n's  tranfporting  flame. 

//  Y  1)1  N    XXFIII.—Fot  the  morn, 

1.  T  ET  ev'ry  morning,  O  my  God3 
*-**     My  foogs  of  praife  ren«w, 

To  fpread  ttiy  glorious  name  abroad, 
And  learn  thy  wifdom  too. 

2.  The  filent  night*  declare  thy  grace , 
While  1  hy  protections  keep 

The  touting  lives  of  mortal  race, 
And  they  fecurely  fle? p. 

3.  O  might  this  riling  morn  engage 
My- foul  and  ihoufands  more, 

Long  as  we  tread  this  mortal  ftage 
Thy  goodnefs  to  adore. 

4.  And  when  th'immortal  day  (lull  break, 
And  all  theft  clogs  (hall  ceafe, 

We  (ball,  with  all  thy  feints,  awake 
In  everlafting  peace. 


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5.  No  clouds  of  night  (hall  interpofe  ; 

No  enemies  annoy  ; 
And  all  our  changing  fcenes  fhall  clofc 

In  ever)»fling  joy. 
HYMN  XXIX  —Er.ccur*gti*:nlt*  chrijlians  undtr  trial:, 
1 .  yE  ioU'wers  c  f  the  Lamb  that  mourn 

•*■       The  abfenre  of  your  friend, 
Believe  and  he  will  foon  return, 

And  all  your  furrows  end. 
2-  'Tis  unbelief  (that  foej  that  reigns, 

Thai  makes  you  doubt  and  lear ; 
But  fauh  will  break  ten  thoufand  chaias, 

And  bring  yqWi  Saviour  near. 

3.  He  loves  you,  and  will  ne'er  forget 
Your  trials  and  complaints  ; 

He's  vvi'h  your  fouls  in  ev'ry  flat*, 
And  feels  for  all  his  faints. 

4.  Though  death  and  hell  may  all  engage 
His  children  to  rfeftrev, 

He'll  foon  defeat  their  hellifli  rage, 
And  turn  your  grief  to  joy. 

5.  O  lift  your  heads  ye  faints  of  God, 
For  J;fus  is  your  king  ; 

L:-  fairh  infpue  you  on  ihs  road, 
And  as  you  journey  ling. 

HYMN  XXX, —Though  is  an  J  amis  above, 

1.  /"\  Jo^s  ofheav'n's  immortal  throng, 
^■^     In  the  fweet  realms  above  I 

There  ev'ry  heart,  andcv'rv  tcngue, 
is  borne  away  with  love, 

2.  There  they  enjoy  eternal  peace, 
In  him  the  grtat  I  AM  ; 

v  fmg  the  fong,  and  never  ceafe, 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

3.  Ten  thoufand  bleifings  on  them  reft, 
Of  wifdom  and  of  love  ; 

And  ev'ry  faint  and  angel  bled, 
With  all  the  joys  above. 

4.  When  countiefs  years  have  run  iheir  round 


H    T    li    N    S.  ill 

They  jufl  beg;n  to  know 
What  a  rich  heaven  they  have  found, 
Nought  part,  but  always  NOW. 

5.  They  nevar  more  fhall  need  the  fun, 
To  give  thena  iight  by  day  ; 

Nor  ever  want  the  feeble  moon. 
To  fca'ter  (hades  away. 

6.  There  the  eternal  Sm  of  God, 
Expels  a!!  (hades  of  nighf, 

And  fureads  the  glorious  beams  abroad 
Of  uncreated  light, 
HYMN    XXXI.—A  prsytr  for  incrtafi  of faith 

1.  r\  Give  me  Itrength  ot  living  faith 
^-^     My  Lord  my  God  I  piay, 

Then  (hall  I  feel  what  Jefus  faith, 
And  night  beturn'd  today. 

2.  I  fain  would  foar  to  realms  divine, 
But  O  my  faith  is  low  ; 

And  ir  I'm  afk'd  if  thou  art  mine, 
Some  times  I  do  not  know. 

3.  When  I  have  faith  then  I  zzn  ma 
Mountains  ot  death  and  fin  ; 

When  I  have  faith  I  feel  thy  love,  ■ 
And  fiad  a  heav'n  within. 

4.  But  unbelief  rejedls  the  grace 
That  Jefus  would  bestow, 

And  veils  me  from  my  father's  face 
Chain'd  down  to  guilt  and  woe. 

5.  Lord  give  me  faith  to  fct  me  free 
From  chains  01  fin  and  death, 

And  let  no  fpirit  reign  in  me, 
Bat  thou  'he   word  of  faith. 

HTlMN  XXXII thirfting  after  Cod,   and    thought 

on  the  ufyptf  realms, 
i  God  dot«  1  0  delay  ; 
toV>      H  ..ee  j 

Bo'  Unbel  ray, 

Fir,*fai,0 God,  from  >hee  ! 

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iS;  HYMN   ft 

2.  But  ft  ill  my  in  mod  foul 

Is  ihirfling,  Lord,  for  thee  ; 
O  let  ihefe  chains  no  more  control* 
Lord  fet  the  pria'ncr  free. 

3.  O  let  me  feel  thy  love, 
Dear  Jefus,  ev'ry  hour  ; 

Fix  my  affection  all  above 
By  heiv-n's  attracting  pow'r. 

4.  1  long,  OGod,  to  be 
Engag'd  wiih  ail  my  heart, 

To  love  and  praife  2nd  follow  thee.,- 
And  never  more  depart. 

5.  And  when  I  reach  the  fhore 
Of  evertaiting  reft, 

My  jefus  lihaliftiil  adore, 

And  be  forevei  bleft. 
4.  There  in  thole  realms  divine 

I  trult  e'er  long  to  be  ; 
There  all  (he  glories  (hall  be  mine. 

For  Chrift  belongs  to  me. 
j.   And  there  my  foul  (hall  know 

Ten  ihoufand  glorious  fcencs, 
Andfweei  delights  thai  while  below 

Were  veii'd  with  clouds  between. 

8.  There  I  (hall  tree  enjoy 
The  preferoce  of  the  Lamb, 

And  this  (hail  be  my  fWeet  employ, 
Te  found  his  worthy  fame. 

9.  Without  the  lofs  of  years, 
New  glories  will  arife, 

And  ev'ry  profpedt  tkat  appears, 
Tranfpcrt  my  wond'ririg  eyes* 

10.  O  bit-fled,  bleffed  God,  ' 
And  is  this  all  for  rue  ? 

Yes;  thou  haft  freely  fpilt  thy  blood, 
To  bring  me  home  10  thee. 

HYMN  XXXllh- -Coint>/aixmg  of  Jlupitiiy. 
I.    UOW  can  a  fool  to  fenlefefs  be, 
"     That  ever  knew  the  Lord  1 


H    T   M    N    S:  iS8 

Ah  !  oft  I've  felt  he  dy'd  for  me, 
Yet  \wjv  I  rove  abroad.      ' 

2.  How  lit  tie  do  I  love  his  name, 
Or  live  on  things  above  I 

How  little  is  my  heart  inflam'd 
With  his  redeeming  love  ! 

3.  I  call  him  Lord,  and  fo  he  is, 
A  faithful  Lord  to  me, 

And  yet  how  oft  I  leave  his  ways, 
And  after  Shadows  flee  ! 

4.  The  very  heathens  might  condemn 
Me,  and  my  creed  abhor, 

While  I  confefs  but  one  I  AM, 
Yet  ferve  a  thoufand  more. 

5.  O  could  I  fee!  what  I  confeft, 
How  happy  mould  I  be  ! 

A  heav'n  through  all  i his  wildernef?, 
For  Chrift  would  dwell  with  me. 

HYMN    XXXIV.— On  Faith . 

1.  HPHAT  living  faith,  O  God,  I  need, 

A      That  purifies  the  heart, 
Then  fhall  my  foul  from  chains  lie  freed, 
And  every  foe  depart. 

2.  'Tis  faith  that  brings  me  near  to  thee, 
And  makes  my  foul  rejoice  ; 

'Tis  faith  that  do;h  thy  floopdeps  fee, 
And  fail h  that  hears  thy  voice. 

3.  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  a!l  my  foes* 
And  triumphs  over  death  ; 

'Tis  faith  alone  furmounts  my  woe?, 
O  Jefus  give  me  fai'.h. 

4.  When  I  have  faith  then  I  csn  tell 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 

'Tis  faith  that  conquers  dttth  and  hell, 
And  runs  the  chratian  race. 

5.  Faith  looks  with  joy  within  the  veil., 
And  views  eternal  things  ; 

Darknefs  and  doubts,  and  fc  rrows  fail, 
When  faith  extends  her  wings. 


189  -W    y   M    N    S. 

HYMN  XXXW.—Comj/ahfrg  if 'Jtnftditj. 
i.  T  CRD  God  1  feci  my  itupie  frame, 

*-*     And  mourn  rav  exile  dale  ; 
Once  I  was  near  to  Chrift  the  Lamb, 

My  dtfiance  now  how  great  ! 

2.  I  cannot  bear  to  think  how  far 
From  jefus  I  deferf, 

While  ev'ry  poor,  deiufive  ftar 
Allures  my  wand'ring  heart. 

3.  Can  I  that  once  have  known  the  Lamb 
From  fuch  a  Father  rove  ! 

Thus  I  deny  that  heav'nly  name, 
And  fin  againft  his  love. 

4.  O  what  a  ftupid  wretch  am  I  ! 
How  can  I  e'er  forgot 

Two  day  that  Jefus  palled  by, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit  ! 

5.  He  dy'd  to  make  me  ever  b!eft, 
And  I  have  kaown  his  love  ; 

Oft  times  I've  lean'd  upon  his  breaft, 

And  yet  again  I  rove. 
6*  Lord  'waks  me  from  this. ftupid  frame, 

And  fill  my  foul  with  love  ; 
Then  mail  thy  name  be  all  my  theme, 

'Till  I  awake  above. 
HYMN    XXXVI.— On  living  near  to  Chrifl. 
j,  f"\  Could  I  live  bill  near  my  God, 

^        How  happy  ftionld  I  be  ! 
I'd  walk  the  paths  that  Jefus  trod, 

The  heav'nly  lands  to  fee. 

2.  Jefus  would  be  my  oonftant  guide, 
And  cheer  me  with  his  love  ; 

Triumphant  o'er  mv  fins  I'd  ride, 
To  the  bright  realms  above. 

3.  O  bleffed  fp.?i  b lend  thy  wing 
To  beat  my  foul  away, 

I'd  l^ar  with  all  my  Glints  and  fing, 
i    To  everlafting  day. 

4.  Jefus  for  thee  rtij  foul  dot  h4  pant, 


HYMN    $.  190 

And  fain  would  thee  adore; 
Thv  blefled  felf  is  all  I  want, 

Now  and  forevermore. 
HYMN  xxxvil.  —  The  Ckrifiian  hindering  at  the  goodnefs 
of  COD   an  J  his  tiun  Jlupidity. 

1.  TJAVE  I  been  b!eit  with  grace  divine, 
*■*     And  know  the  joyful  found  ! 

And  is  <the  blelfed  Jefus  mine  ! 
O  what  a  pearl  I've  found  ! 

2.  Why  then  my  foul  am  I  fodead  ! 
How  can  I  fenfitlefs  be  ! 

How  can  1  with  the  wicked  tread, 
Since  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 

3.  Ungrateful  mortal  that  I  am  I 
When  Jefus  is  my  friend  ; 

O  could  I  now  adore  the  Lamb, 
Till  all  thefe  trials  end  ! 

4.  O  Prince  of  Peace  aw*ke  my  heart, 
With  thy  (r?nfpor(ing  love, 

Nor  let  my  foul  from  thee  depart, 

Till  I  fhali  foar  above. 
HYMN  xxxviii. — Though: s  »■>  the  difenttnglcd pint?* 
|^V  Thought !  how  bleft  the  faints  above. 
^^     Who  fail  m  everlafting  {<*ve? 

Around  the  glorious  throne  of  light  ! 
Their  active  fpirits  now  arife,. 
With  joy  and  triumph  through  the  fkies, 

Without  one  palling  ihade  of  night. 

2.  See  how  the  countiefs  crowds  rejoice, 
All  really  one  in  heart  and  voice  ; 

Their  fhouts  a  Iweer  harmonious  ftrain  j 
Borne  with  the  /weet  celeftia!  dove, 
On  wings  of  moft  tranfporting  love, 

Through  all  the  vail  immortal  p4ain. 

3,  There  they  triumph  in  joys  complete, 
Terreftia!  worlds  beneath  their  feet, 

Wrap'-d  up  in  love's  immortal  flame  ; 
Thus  balking  in  eternal  day, 
Amen,  aaier,.  amen,  they  fay, 


i9r  H    T   M    N    S. 

Amen,  all  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
HTMN   xxx  ix.~  The    chriftian  thirfii^  for  ItUrtj. 

1 .  f\  Could  my  foul  a  freedom  find, 

^     From  thefe  black  clouds  that  veil   my  mind  i 
Or  nuft  I  ftil!  in  exile  rove, 
So  iar  from  all  my  joy  and  iovc  ? 

2.  O  bleifed  Lord,  my  faith  revive, 
And  make  my  dying  foul  alive  ; 
Awake  me  witk  a  facred  flame, 

To  feel  thy  grace,  and  love  thy  name. 

j.   Unlock  thefe  prilon  doors  I  pray  5 

Take  bars  of  unbelief  away  ; 

O  help  me  thou  immortal  Dove, 

To  feel  and  fing  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  xl. — Defir'wg  is  acknowledge  the  goodnefs  of  Cod. 

1.  OADI  ten  thoufarxl  tongues 
*■■*■     I'd  fpread  thy  name  abroad  ; 

With  joy  I'd  raifc  ten  ihoufand  fongs 
For  to  confefs  my  God. 

2.  His  gocdnefs  claims  my  praife, 
And  I'll  adore  his  name ; 

Yet  all  the  fongs  that  angel's  raife 
Can  add  no  joy  to  him. 

3.  O  God  thy  fpirit  give, 
Thai  I  may  love  thee  more. 

And  let  say  foul  forever  live, 
Thy  goodnefs  to  adore. 

4.  Forever,  Lord,  I  trufr, 
I  (hall  adore  that  love 

That  bled  lor  «ie  when  I  was  loft, 
And  bore  my  fcul  above. 

5.  O  what  bleft  fcenes  I'll  fee 
When  once  I'm  landed  there! 

With  God  (who- is  my  all)  I'll  be, 

And  what  can  I  have  more. 

HYMN  xlt. — On  the  tondefcenfion  and Uve  o/Chrifl. 
I.  /^RKAT  was  the  ftoop,  great  was  the  love 

^     Of  Jcfus  30'the  fallen  race  ! 
\*4uh  joy  he  left  the  realms  above. 


H    r    M    N    S.  J9~ 

To  fpreid  the  wonders  of  his  price. 
a.   Down,  down  he  ftoops  beneath  the  Ikies, 

VVi.h  l-.ive  at:c!  pardons  in  his  hand?, 
And  dies,  the  mighty  Monarch  dies, 

To  bring  us  to  the  heav'nly  lands. 

3.  Think,  O  my  foul,  Jehovah  Meeds 
For  wretched  men,  O  liearly  bought  ! 

Such  love  and  gbodnefs  far  exceeds 
The  !a(l  ex  ent  oi  human  thought. 

4.  Let  all  the  ^!ariot;s  h-fts  above, 
Where  'hey,  unveil'd,  his  glories  fee, 

Refound  the  wonders  et  his  love, 
For  ';is  a  note  too  high  for  me. 
HYMN  xl  1 1. — An  advice  to  the  new- font  fouls  never  H 
fart  for  their  different  opinions  about  ntn-cjfentials. 

1.  I     EN  not  the  fons  of  Jcius  call 

*~*     That  common  which  the  Lord  hath  cleaned  ; 
When  Chriit  who  is  their  ail  in  all, 

Has  lov'd  them,  and  their  hearts  have  chang'd. 

2.  They're  fav'rites  o*  the  Lamb  oi  God, 
Who  freely  fpih  his  blood  ior  them  ; 

If  then  thev're  wafh'd  in  his  own  b  cod, 
Who  d.\res  their  chofen  names  condemn. 

3.  Jefus  has  feai'd  them  on  his  heart, 
And  ioves  them  as  his  heav'nly  feed, 

Then  why  fhould  chrithans  ever  part 
When  in  eiTtatials  they're  agreed  ? 

4.  O  then  no  more  ye  heaven  born  race, 
F  »r  modes  and  forms  fo  warm  contend, 

You're  all  redeem'd  by  the  fame  grace, 

And  all  have  Jeftis  for  vour  friend. 
5    'Tis  love  thai  doth  tuifihhelaw, 

And  metkncls  fpreads  ihe  Saviour's  name  ; 
Ent  warm  debates  will  never  draw 
^    No?  oue  poor  f»>ul  to  Chrift  the  Lamb.  • 
6.  Proclaim  ye  fa  n's  your  Mailer's  lo\e, 

In  ev'iy  hi  ui  and  cv'ry  breath, 
And  foon  you'll  lard  with  him  above 

To  join  the  triumphs  of  his  death. 


19}  HYMN    8. 

HYMN  xliii  —  The  tbriflia?i  hungering  for  the   head  of 
life. 

1.  V\7HY  mould  I  ftarve  my  hungry  mind 

*  *       On  earth's  alluring  charms  I 
No  folid  pleafure  (hall  I  find 
But  in  my  Saviour's  arms. 

2.  'Tis  there  alone  I  find  relief 
Fromev'ry  fore  diftrefs, 

'Tis  there  I  lofe  my  guilt  and  grief, 
And  tafte  of  heav'nly  blifs. 

3.  O  could  I  hourly  walk  with  God, 
And  feel  his  bound iefs  love, 

Wuh  joy  I'd  found  his  name  abroad, 
And  fmg  where  e'er  I  rove. 

4.  Take  me  my  Jefus  by  thy  hand, 
And  lead  to  dreams  divine, 

Cheerful  I'M  join  the  heav'nly  band, 
And  ling  the  Lord  it  mine. 

5.  0  give  me  that  immortal  food 
That  faints  enjoy  above, 

There's  nothing  worth  the  name  of  good 

Bui  that  redeeming  love. 
HYMN  xl iv. — The  ihriftian    in   the   dark   panting  fir 
light  and  liberty, 

1.  C\  When  will  thefe  black  clouds  depirr, 
^     And  bars  of  death  remove  ? 

Break  heav'nly  morn  into  my  heatt, 
And  cheer  me  with  thy  love. 

2.  How  would  my  foul  arife  with  joy 
To  fee  mv  Saviour's  face, 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  of  thought  employ 
To  sell  the  world  his  grace  ! 

3.  I  long  to  love  my  Jefus  more, 
And  Jer  poor  finners  know 

His  goodnefs  hath  no  bound  nor  more, 
That  they  may  love  him  too. 

4.  O  Jefus  break  my  heavy  chain?, 
\\\A  fet  the  mourner  free  ; 

I'll  fing  for  joy,  and  lofe  my  pain?, 


H    Y    M    N    S.  194. 

And  walk  dear  Lord  with  thee. 
HYMN  xlv. — Complaining    of  pride   and    unbilicft  and 

thriftingj or  liberty. 
i.  r\  God  my  bean  is  hard, 

^     And  prids  yet  re  '.in  ; 

In  death  and  darkrefs  I  am  bar'd, 

VVnh  unbelief  'he  chain, 
2.  O  break  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thefe  bars  that  chain  rae  Co, 
And  give  my  wounded  foul  relcafe 

Out  of  this  gulf  of  woe. 
3    O  let  me  teel  and  ice 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
And  let  my  happy  portion  be 

Among  the  heaven- born  race. 
4.   Then  would  my  foil!  rejoice, 

In  the  Redeemer's  name; 
And  while  I  live  I'd  fpend  my  vo'ce, 

His  eoodnefs  to  proclaim. 
HYMN  xlv  1. — Panting  after  Chrift,  and  the  /p  reading  of 
his    canje. 

1.  TESUS  my  foul  doth  long  to  know 
J      More  of  thyfelf  in  tinae  ; 

And  while  I  tread  thefe  climes  bulow, 
Feed  on  thofe  joys  fubtime. 

2.  Then  could  I  tell  of  Chrift  my  God, 
And  fpread  his  lovely  name, 

The  other  fouls  might  hear  his  word, 
Come,  and  enjoy  the  fame. 

3.  My  foul,  dear  Jefus,  longs  to  fee 
Thy  blcfTed  caufe  revive  ; 

O  bring  poor  finners  home  to  thee, 

And  let  the  mourners  i  ve. 
HYMN  XLTII.- 'The  doubting  chri 'ft  Ian  wreftlingfsr  a  real 

knowledge  of  Chrift. 
1.  r\  Cutting  doubts  I  when  (hill  i  know 

^     That  J-fus  i>my  ftiend  ? 
When  flaall  I  leave  ihcfc  floods  of  woe  ? 
R 


195  H    r   M   N    R 

When  will  «befe  confTcX6  end  ? 
2.    Someiimes  I  think  I  kci  bis  love, 
And  tstte  of  joys  divine  ; 

h  !  teo  foon  in  dcub  s  I  rove, 
'.'.  cannoi  fay  he's  mine. 
[till  I  mud  preform  to  know, 
S  rce  all  I  i  ave'sat  ftake  ; 
Tell  me,  dear  God,  O  tto^p  Fo  low 

For  the  Redeemer's  Take. 
4.  ?Tis  for  the  glory  of  ifay  name, 
And  my  eternal  joy, 

'  I  fhoukl  kno.v  and  love  the  Lamb, 
Thfca,  Lord,  thefe  doubts  deftroy. 
5    I  r.z<-cv  ftiall  with  peace  be  blefr, 

While  doubting  thus  I  rove  ; 

Nor  dare  I  Deep,  nor  dare  I  reh1, 

*T»ll  I  have  known  thy  love. 

6.  O  come  dear  Jefup,  come,  I  pray,, 
And  fpeak  the  word  of"  peace  ; 

'7  .    e  ail  rr.y  doubts  and  fears  away, 
make  my  forrews  ceafe. 

7.  O  might  I  fee  the  happy  day, 
When  I  could  ajl  refii-n  ; 

Thefe  doubts  and  fears  be  fled  away, 
And  know  that  Chrirt  1-  mine  ! 

BY  MN  xl  v  1 11. — £)? firing  Cbrifi  above  all. 
I*   T   ORD  f^I  my  heart  with  love  divine, 

J-*      Aid  let  me  live  tc  thee, 
Lei  me  be  thine,  and  thou  be  mine, 
I  (hall  be. 

2.  'i  hi!  is  t£e  portion  I  reqoeft, 
And  this  is  all  I  wan   ; 

Hor  can  I  think  that  I  am  bleir, 
'Till  thou  shis  bl  ^A. 

3.  That's  nothing  elfe,  O  God,  csn  do  \ 
t    All  other  gif'is  sreTms 

Tve  love  ol  Ghrift,  O  let  me  know, 
Lor  [efus  rmifl  be  all. 

4.  ?ay,bleffcdTefus,fiiaIlJiric 


H    T    M    N  jc/> 

r  on  thv  breafl  ;    . 

In  he-v'n  wi;  h  thee*, 

0  can  I  be  (ob.lt! 

5.  S  »  great  he  ,  ;veat  my  r.ceJ, 

1  cannot  be  dcu-,  'li  ; 
Give  ■  ,  OGdD   I  ; 

And  L  .  M 

I.  r"\  Jc  fus  at  1    -ii  ; 

^-^     Be  thou  my  everlasting  ail  ; 
1  her  joys  my  foul  would  know, 
:.l  thefe  climes  belu 
3.   I'll  give  my  fell  rd  Chrift  the  Lai 
And  make  his  paXz  my  c 
until  my  laftexpirin 
Then  triumph  over  fin  and  death. 
3.  Then  Jefus  lc:  my  foul  ar;fs 

«To  realms  wheie  pl^.ftue  never  dies  ; 
[There  (hall  I  (read  the  bli&ui  fhore> 
And  leave  my  God,  my  life,  no  more. 

HYMN  L.— On  the  birth  :j  Chrifl, 

1.  CEE  Jefus  in  a  manger  lies  ! 

^     Archangels  gaze  with  fweet  furprze, 

At  their  Creator's  mora!  birth  \ 
Hark!  ha:U  !  iheheav*t)1y arches rirrg, 
When  God  their  King,  when  God  theii  K 

Appears  among  the  (ons  01  earth. 

2.  Angels  defcend,  with  joy  proclaim 
To  mortals  his  incarnate  nam", 

And  bids  the  world  forger  their  fear  ; 
Lift  up  your  eyes,  O  Adam's  rac, 
An  ac~t  of  grace,  an  261  of  grace, 

By  Jefus  come?,  O  Tinners  hear, 

3.  Sinners  behold  your  only  Wz:,], 

vou  his  arms  doth  wideextend, 

Taltes  death  for  you,  and  all  mankind  ; 
F~-ar  not,  O  mepherJ*,  :...s  is  he, 
Arife  and  fee,  arife  and  fee, 

Ths  Babe  at  Bethlehem  1  o„rii  fli J. 


197  H    *    M    N    & 

4    Shout,  dying  mortals,  ftiout  his  praife. 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  lus  honors  raife  ; 

Glad  tidings  to  your  world  is  come  ; 
Go  tell  i he  woild  from  (Lore  to  more, 
Defpcnd  no  more,  defpond  no  more, 

He's  come  to  call  the  rebels  home. 

HYMN  Ll.—J>aniing  after  Chrifi. 
I    T   ORDJefiis  lei  thy  grace  app  ar 

"■-^     And  touch  my  harden'd  heart,  / 

Thy  love  would  banifh  all  my  iear, 

And  make  my  foes  depart. 

2.  How  can  I  live  (o  far  from  thee 
a  God  of  boundjefs  grace  ! 

When  mail  I  hourly  walk  with  thee 
And  fee  thy  failing  face } 

3.  1  know  dear  God  thy  love  is  great, 
And  like  a  boundiefs  Tea  ; 

But  when  my  foul  no  tafte  doth  get, 
It  is  not  love  to  me  ! 

4.  'Tis  for  that  love  my  foul  afpire?, 
O  jefus  hear  my  cry, 

Thy  love  fulfils  all  my  defires, 
And  lifts  ny  kvA  on  h 

5.  O  Lord  to  thy  dear  feet  I  come, 
And  plead  thy  precious  blood  ; 

Be  thou  my  portion,  life,  and  home, 
And  my  eternal  food. 

HYMN    L1I. Defiring  nothing  but  Chrij}a 

1,  A    Beggar  Lord  behold  I  (tand, 

r*-     And  wait  the  moving  of  thy  hand, 

O  fend  me  not  away  di  Pi  reft  ; 
I  never  can  true  pleafure  fee 
Until  I  find  it  Lor^  in  thee, 

But  Oin  thee  for  ever  Weft. 

2.  Not  earthly  crowns,  nor  length  oi  days, 
Nor  all  the  grandeur  time  can  raife, 

Would  ever  tempt  me  from  thy  door ; 
But  O  thy  kingdom  in  my  foul, 
Is  aH  I  want,  Ms  all  in  all, 


H  r  M   N  s: 

O  be  my  life  foreverm:>re. 
3.  I  call  no  arm  a  friend  but  thine, 
I  know  no  joys  but  joys  div'mr, 

Tby  prefence  brmgs  immortal  light  ; 
Thy  love  doth  all  my  foe  deftroy, 
In  thee  is  everlafting  joy, 

B:5?  whhout  thee  eternal  nigh'. 

HYMN    LIU. thi  Chrifiiam  farting  hymnl 

1.  T>Llj:ST  be  the  Lord  that  we  may  parr, 
*■*     And  bodies  far  remove, 

Yet  we  are  hound  in  every  heart 
By  the  Rede^mt/s   love. 

2.  Although  our  mortal  feet  may  tread 
Our  fouls  are  one  in  Chiift  our  head, 

And  bled  where  e'er  we  go. 

3.  As  faithful  warr'oiS  let  us   fight, 
For  Jefus  leads  cur  band, 

He'll  guide  our  left  both  day  and  night 
Thro'  all  this  defert  land. 

4.  When  a  lew  moments  more  are  gono 
We'i!  reach  the  peaceful  (bote, 

Where  ev'ry  foul  to  Jefus  born 
Will  meet  and  part  no  more. 

5.  There  where  our  Saviour's  glories  fhine 
We'll  walk  the  Blifsful  plain  ; 

Our  fouls  (hall  drink  of -ft  reams  divine 
And  with  dur'Jefus  reign. 

H  Y  M  N     LIV. For  the  fwtfr. 

1.  I    EAD  me  O  Jefus  in  thy  truth, 

"  While  I  am  In  the  bloom  of  youth  ; 
Redeem  my  foul  from  death  and  fin 
And  I  I   thy   love  within. 

2.  While  I  pafs  thro'  this  mora!  ftage> 
i  ft]  ;  bled  caufe  engage  ; 

let  me  tell  the  world  t! 
Until  my  la(t  expiring  bread.. 

3.  Tiieu  ail, 


i99  H    T   M    N    S. 

With  gladnefs  would  I  yield  my  breath,. 
And  triumph  o'er  the  pow'rs  oi  death. 
4.  I'd  bid  adieu  to  all  my  woe, 
And  to  my  heav'nly  Father  go  \ 
To  join  with  all  the  youthful  throng 
Where  love  (hall  be  our  lading  fong. 

HYMN    LV Panting  for  divine  light  and  life, 

1.  X%7  HO  will  expel  thefe  (hades  of   night, 

*  *       Arrd  give  my  foul  immortal  light  ? 

None  but  the  Saviour,  he's  my  joy  ; 
*Tis  he  alone  can  let  me  know 
The  joys  oi  upper  worlds  below, 

And  my  unnumber'd  foes   deltroy. 

2.  Soon  as  I  hear  his  charm'-ng  voice, 
1  leap,  I  fing,  raid  I  rejoice, 

And  fee!  my  foul  wrapt  up  in  love  ; 
O  uld  I  but  always  feel  me  fo 
Triumphing  through  the  world  I'd  go, 

'Till  I  mould  reach  the  realms  above. 

3.  O  happy  though!  1   tranfportinghoui ! 
And  mail  I  once  with  Jefus  there 

In  everlafting  glory  reign  r* 
There  all  the  heav'nly  holts  are  one, 
The  battle's  fought,  the  field  is  w  ;n, 

Nor  (hall  they  ever  part  again. 

HYMN  LVL—A  chripan  in  the  dark. 

1.  C\  Mu(l  1  wander  all  my  days 
^^     In  doubts  and  flavim  fears, 

Through  horrid  iocs,  and  gloomy  ways, 
And  floods,  and  griefs,  and  tears  r 

2.  Where  (hall  1  wander  for  relief 
But  to  lhe  P»ince  oi  Peace  ? 

*Tis  he  alone  can  eafe  my  grief, 
And  rmke  my  trials  cede. 

3.  O  Jefus  take  me  in  thy  hand, 
And  let  me  know  thy  love, 

E.'ch  hour  let  me  enjoy  my  friend, 
And  never  from  thee  rove. 

4.  My  weary'd  foul  can  never  reft* 


H    T    M    N    S.  z** 

Nor  ever  happy  be, 
Except  I  lean  upon  thy  bread, 

O  Lord,  and  Jive  with  thee. 

HTMN  LVU.—The  pilgrims  fing. 
•I.   pILGRIMSlet  us  all  engage, 

*       While  we  tread  this  mortal  ftage, 
Spread  the  name  of  Chrift  our  King, 
And  while  on  our  journey  fing. 
2.  Jefus  for  usfpent  his  breath, 
DvM  to  fave  our  fouls  from  death  ; 
He  mult  have  our  life  and  foul, 
For  our  God  is  al\  in  all. 
^.  Shouting,  praifing,  let  us  go, 
Leaving  all  the  joys  below  ; 
Soon  our  fouls  mall  mount  on  high, 
Where  our  joys  (hall  never  die. 

HTMN  LVIIL—The   dtuUtng  chrifii*n* 

1.  T   ONG  have  I  wander'd  from  my  God, 
*-*     And  left  thefweetnefs  ot  his  word  \ 

When  fhall  I  meet  my  friend  again, 
And  fing  his  love,  and  lofe  my  pain  } 

2.  Ne'er  mall  I  reft  until  I  find 

My  love  to  cheer  my  drooping  mind  ; 
I  ion^  to  feel  his  facred  fhme, 
And  tell  the  world  his  lovely  name. 

3.  Come  Jefus,  come  and  cheer  my  hearf, 
iViake  ev'ry  carnallove  depart  ; 

Whit  e'er  I  have,  where  e'er  I  be, 
Let  me  for  ever  be  with  fn< e. 

H  T  M  N    L1X. The  fdmtk 

1.  r\  God  break  in  my  heart  with  love, 

And  let*  me  teei  this  death  remove  ^ 
Lei  me  enjoy  my  Father's  fac<*, 
That  I  may  triumph  in  thy  giace. 

2.  Unhappy  mortal  1  (hall  be 
If  I  (till  wander  without  thee  ; 
L.a  if  with  fried  where  e'er  1  go 
I?  is  .a  heav'n  begun  below. 

3.  Come  Lord  and  foeak  a  "  ha:!  ail  peace,'* 


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And  tv'ry  (lor m  will  quickly  ceafe  ; 
O  lead  me  with  thy  heav'nly  hand, 
Safe  to  the  b!c(t,  the  peaceiul  iand. 

HYMN  LX. A  ping  for  the  Pilgrim*. 

1.  pILGRIfvIS  iift  yoiir  beans  10  fmg 

A       Songs  of  praife  to  God  our  King  ; 
He  that  bougfit  us  with  his  blood 
Soon  will  bring  u-.  home  to  God. 

2.  There  in  peace  we  fo®n  ihall  red 
With  his  faints  for  ever  biell  ; 
There  enjoy  our  Saviour's  love, 
Never  more  from  Jefus  rove. 

3.  There  forever  we'll  rejoice, 
Love  uniting  ev'iy  voice  ; 
Feafting  on  immortal  -  food, 
Ev'ry  foul  made  one  with  God. 

4.  Through  the  realms  of  light  we'll  fail, 
Perfect,  joys  (hall  never  lail ; 
Countlefs  pilgrims  landed  there, 

la  aneelic  glories  {h  ire. 

HYMN'  L  XL— De firing  to  be' always  near  to  Cod. 

1.  f~\  Tha«  I  might  forever  be, 

^     Kept  near  my  God,  and  him  adcre, 
Till  face  to  face  I  him  fnali  ke, 
Within  the  b'eft  immortal  (hove  ! 

2.  Lord  fpesk  the  word  and  feal  my  heart 
So  iafi  to  my  eternal  friend, 

Thai  I  may  not  from  tfcee  dtfert 
Till  ail  thefe  mortal  changes  end. 

3.  Then  in  th*  eternal  world  of  reft, 
Let  me  with  meemy  Father  reign, 

Wi  h  all  thy  faints  and  angels  bleft. 
And  never,  newer  pari  apn. 

I-iYMN  LXJI. —  Dsfiring  to  know  mere  of  Ccd. 
1.   li/ftJCH  more,  O  God,  I  lain  would  ba 

'*•'*■     Acquainted  with  my/elf  anu  ihee  j 
Not!  j  ^  Tu s  let  me  know, 

Then  mail  i  have  a  heaven  below. 
•%,  No  acre,  U  jefu.c,  let  nae  ft/ay, 


HYMNS.  io% 

To  lofe  the  fweetnefs  of  thy  way  ; 
Or  if  1  mould  a  captive  rove, 
Reclaim  me  with  thine  arm  of  love, 

3.  Much  of  thy  fpirit  may  I  have, 
Witli  thee  to  walk,  aid  in  thee  live  ; 
Ler  grace  my  heart  an  I  tongue  empioy, 
To  court  poor  tinners  \o  my  joy. 

4.  And  when  thefe  mortal  clogs  fhill  ceafc, 
1  (hall  exult  in  realms  of  peace, 
Difcharg'd  from  earth  and  aii  her  toys, 

To  ihare  in  ever'aftine  jovs. 

HYMN  LXlII.—Ths  doubting  chriflian. 

1.  ,ITI7HEN  will  the  Wen"  immortal  Djve, 

*  *       Thefe  heavy  doubts  and  clouds  remove. 

And  let  me  know  my  (landing  furc  \ 
O  will  his  love  e'er  on  me  fh'ne, 
That  I  may  fay  my  God  is  mine, 

And  doubt  his  love  10  me  no  more  ? 

2.  Dark  flax  of  mine  to  live  fo  far 
From  Chrift  the  bright  the  morning  ilarv 

And  wander  in  thefe  fhades  of  night  ; 
My  faith  is  weak,  my  jovs  are  low  ; 
Long  nights  I  wade  thro*  feas  of  woe  ; 

O  jefus  blefs  mc  with  thy  light. 
3.  Lord  take  me  by  the  hand  I  pray, 
And  lead  me  10  eternal  day, 

Where  ev'ry  fear  and  doubt  mail  ccafe  ; 
There  (hall  I  drink  ot  living  Oreams, 
And  baflc  in  thine  immortal  beam?, 

Wr.ere  all  the  glorious  realms  are  peace. 
HYMN  LX1V. — The  fir an ge  travels  of 'a  doubting  ehrtf 

t'tan. 
i.  HT^HERE's  none  can  tell,  or  yet  conceive, 

■*       What  difVrcnt  fcenes  I'm  carried  through, 
But  rhofe  who  in  the  Lord  believe, 

Are  born,  and  known  the  travels  too. 
1.  Some  times  I  think  >he  Lamb  of  God 

Has  fpoke  a  word  of  peace  to  me, 
Has  {pent  his  life  and  fpilt  his  blood, 


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And  bore  my  curfes  on  the  tree.  . 

3.  Then  leaps  my  f>ul  with  joys  divine, 
L  >ng  as  I  feel  'he  heav'nly  flame, 

I  think    he  b'eiTud  Lamb  is  m  ne, 
An  1  find  a  fweett-ek  .nhs  name. 

4.  Bin  O  hew  fbon  does  unbelief 
Pretend  it  is  {00  ftrea'  for  me  ! 

I  never  found  *ha<  true  relief 

Which  real  chriftians  know  and  fee. 

5     C-ift  down  and  mourning;  then  i  g\ 
And  feel  the  borders  pf  defpair, 

My  bleeding  heart  n'erwhelm'd  with  woe, 
Is  iirove  from  place  to  place  with  fears. 

6.  Yet  when  a  gHmpfe  of  light  returns 
I  reel  my  former  joys  again  ; 

My  wounded  foul  doth  cedfe  to  mourn, 
My  fears  are  fbd,  and  foes  are  fhin. 

7.  My  faith  revives,  my  joys  increife, 
I  think  my  trying  hours  are  gone  $ 

But  unbelict  foon  breaks  my  peace, 

And  all  my  daub  s  and  fears  re'urn. 
$.  And  thus  I'm  tofsM  from  hope  to  fear, 

As  faith,  or  unbelief  prevails  ; 
Bui  (till  my  God  is  always  near, 

Though  clouds  fo  oft  his  face  may  veil. 

9.  Lord  fince  thy  goodnefs  knows  no  bound, 
O  let  me  lee!  thy  kingdum  (land, 

Then  when  thy  mercy  I  have  found, 
I'll  truft  my  all  upon  thy  hand. 

10.  Then  let  the  pow'is  of  hell  invade,. 
I'll  triumph  while  my  rock  I  feel  j 

My  hope  is  on  Jehovah  laid, 
My  anchor  fure  within  the  veil. 
HYMN   LXV.—De firing  to  walk  with  God* 
1.  £~\  Jefus  with  me  go, 

^     And  lead  me  by  thy  love, 
Long  as  I  journey  here  below, 
Nor  let  me  from  thee  rove. 
%.  Where  e'er  my  lot  may  be, 


H    T    M    N    S.  &C4 

While  on  this  mortal  flage, 
Help  me  ray  God  to  v.- a  k  wi.h  thee, 

And  in  ihy  caufe  en$\: 
j.   Lei  love  infpire  my  toi 

T>>  fpread  iky  g  ace  abioid, 
Redeeming  love  thall  be  my  f 
And  ihou  (hall  be  my  God. 
4.   And   vchen  ibis  lifefhaii  end, 

J  all  my  labour  ce<ife  ; 
Lef  me  ei  joy  my  heav'nly  friend 
I*     he  ;  ce. 

iftian  in  the  dark  panting  fir 
tight. 

1.  T 1  ASTE  dear  Jefus,  haHe  I  pray, 
*"*     T.-ike  this  unbeiiet  a.vay, 

Fill  me  with  thy  love  divine, 
Lc?  me  know  that  I  am  (nine. 

2.  F^r  1  live  dear  Lord  from  thee, 
Little  of  ihy  glories  fee, 

I  ftilj  in  exi!e  go, 
VVad'n^  in  thefe  fcenes  of  wo  ! 

3.  O  my  Jefus  moke  me  bleft, 
In  ihy  boiom  let  me  reft, 
Ginde  my  fee',  poflTefs  my  hearf, 
Let  me  never  ircm  thee  part. 

4.  Can  I  live  without  thy  grace  S 
Mult  1  mourn  ihy  diftant  face  ! 
All  my  hoper,  and  joys  are  flain, 
Till  I  fee  rtiy  face  aga'n. 

5.  Lead  me  Lord  in  paths  of  peace, 
Then  will  all  my  forrows  ceafe, 
Lend  thy  hand  from  realms  above, 

ifpire  me  wi.h  thy  love. 

6.  O  for  bie&ngs  fa  divine  [ 
Can  fuch  stares  e'er  be  mine  ? 

,  O  LorrJ,  hath  (worn, 
Th«udo;h  freely  give  thecicv/no 


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HTM  N   LXVU  —  The  ihrifitan  encouraged  un&tr  tri- 
als bj  thevithry  others  have  gained* 
I.  *"T  EN  h  ufand  tou'wers  of  the  La*nb, 

*        \\  ho  '  net  ibis  defert  trod, 
And  fuffei'd  fur  their  Saviour's  name, 
Arc  rtfting  with  their  God. 

2  FJdid  h' -liTs  of  grief  ihey  waded  through, 
While  fighting  here  below  ; 

But  now  they've  bid  a  long  adieu 
To  aii  ihefe  fcenes  of  wo. 

3.  Saiely  they've  reach'd  ihe  peaceful  fhore 
Where  love  immortal  reigns, 

Where  ft<<rmsoi  forrow  are  no  more, 
And  they  foiget  their  pains. 

4.  Then  O  my  foul  !  I  mult  purfue 
My  Jefus  and  my   love, 

Till  I  (hall  meet  in  glory  too, 
Wiih  all  the  faints  above. 

5.  Soon  I  (hall  ling  the  Victor's  fong 
In  manficns  of  delight, 

And  join  the  vaft  angelic  throng 
Far  from  thefe  (hades  of  night. 

HTMN  LXVUL—Thirfiing  after  Chrijt. 
I.   ir    ORD  my  foul  doth  now  afpee 
***     For  a  fpark  of  heav'nly  fi^e  ; 
O  that  I  may  feel  thy  love 
Waft  me  to  the  realms  above  ! 
1.  Help  me,  O  God,  I  pray  ; 
"Bear  my  foaring  heart  away  ; 
Set  me  from  my  bondage  free  ; 
Wrap  my  foul  all  up  in  'h?e. 

3  Guide  me  Lord  where  e'er  I  go  ; 
'Let  me  tafte  of  heaven  below, 

Till  my  laft  exchange  (hall  come. 
Then,  ()  Jefus,  call  me  home. 
4.   Thefe  I  wt  uld  forever  reign, 
Never  pan  trom  thee  again  ; 
W  oh  the  chi'dirn  ot  thy  love 
Reign  with  ihee  in  tealins  above. 


H    Y    M    N    S.  <lo(> 

HYMNLXIX.—Thcfatnc 
I.  r\  When,  my  bleflld  Jefus,  when 
^^     Shall  I  enjoy  thy  love  again  ? 

0  let  me  fee  the  happy  hour, 

When  I  (hall  feel  thy  love  with  pow'r. 
1.  How  can  I  live  without  my  friend]? 
Ocome  ami  bid  my  forrows  end, 
One  word,  one  woid,  dear  Jefus  give, 
And  caufe  my  drooping  foul  to  live. 

3.  My  head  is  overwhelmed  wi'.h  grief, 

1  wander  round  to  find  relief ; 

Cut  none,  O  God,  I  e'er  lltall  fee, 
Until  I  find  myfelf  with   tiiee. 

4.  Lord  Jefus  break  this  g!  )omy  (hade  ; 
Be  thou  my  life,  my  joy,  my  aid  ; 

And  let  me  leave  my  friend  no  more 
Long  as  I  tread  this  mora!  fhore. 

HTMNLXX.—The  vanity  of  tit  world. 

1.  HpHlS  world  with  all  with  all  its  charms 

*"       Are  va  n  and  poifon  too  ; 
Olet  me  fly  to  Jefus'  arms, 
I'd  b;d  them  all  ad  eu. 

2.  Meihiaks  my  foul  can  fay, 
I  find  no  pteafure  here; 

The  more  tor  eanh'y  joys  I  dray,  < 
The  greaier  is  mv  tear. 

3.  Too  long  I've  fought  for  joy 
Whe:e  it  was  never  found  ; 

Why  IhouM  I  (till  m»  life  employ, 
To  fearch  a  defert  round  } 

4.  My  hungry  foul  afpires 
To  bid  them  all  adieu  ; 

My  heart  awakes  with  firong  defires, 
The  Saviour  to  purfue. 

5.  Lord  help  me  :o  arii'e 
Ffpm  ev'ry  earthly  toy  ; 

Give  me  a  life  tha?  never  d.e?, 
And  be  my  only  joy. 

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h?  TAN  LXXL—P  anting  j  or  a  felt  knowUJge  c/Chrifi, 

1.  TJJ/HEN  (hill  rr,v  foul  from  doubts  be  free, 

v v      And  be  pefielVd  of  life  divine  ? 
That  happy  day  when  (hall  I  fee, 
That  I  can  fay  that  Chritt  is  mine? 

2.  When  will  he  for  my  foul  appear, 
And  give  my  drooping  fpirit  red  i 

Forgive  my  fins,  ejcpcl  my  lear, 
O  Loid,  and  make  me  ever  bleft. 

3.  Then  will  my  foul,  OGod,  rejoice, 
And  tell  the  dying  world  thy  love; 

Sinners  around  fliail  hear  my  voice, 
Till  death  command  my  laft  remove. 

4.  Then  fha!l  my  lading  poriion  be, 
To  fharc  with  ali  the  iainis above; 

And  live  eternal  God,  with  thee, 
And  (olace  in  thy  brmidlefs  love. 

H  T  M  N~  LXXIL-For  the  miming. 

1.  T/"  IND  was  the  hand  that  brought  me  thro* 
*-**     My  flumbVing  hours  in  peace  ; 

XT     mercies  are  foievcrnew  ; 
Nor  can  his  goodnefs  ceafe. 

2.  Though  earth  and  hell  furrounds  my  bed, 
And  threatens  to  devour, 

Mv  Jefus    fately  guards  my  hc^i, 
\\  itn  his  almighty  pow'r. 

3.  Great  is  thy  goodnefs  Lord  to  me  ; 
Thy  mercy  hath  no, bbuhd; 

either  ii  ep  or;' wake  I  be, 
Thine  arm  doth  n*e  fufround. 

4.  O  could  I  now  leave  all  ray  (loth, 

.  i;  g  will 
Spea  rth, 

While  mortal  wheels  fliall  run  1 

5.  The;)  when  thefc  nighti  and  days  are  o'er, 
I'll  bid  ail  pains  av' 

h  ilit  everiafting  (nore, 

6.  Then  from  ihel    cl       :  fhal!  be  freed, 


HYMNS.  208. 

And  reft  in  (acred  love  ; 

ere  I  no  more  this  llcep  (hall  need, 
Or  fun?  or  moons  to  move. 

tit  INN  LXX!JI.-7hirJ!ix£  after  jftfa, 

1.  AS  pilgrims  wife  (heir  re't  to  find, 
■**■     So  dot h  my  poor  diftiefred  r:;ind 

Lon*  lo  place  of  reft, 

Armng  the  faints  (or  ever  bleft. 

2.  I  cannoi  live  contented  here 
Unlefs  my  J w fi j s  docs  appear  ; 

His  prefers  brings  a  heav'nly  feaftj 
And  ne  in  his  goodnefs  boa(f. 

3.  Lord  fpeafc  and  fet  my  fpirii  free, 
And  caufe  me  to  reje'ee  in  ;hec  ; 
Let  all  my  life  and  ftrength  be  thine 
'Till  I  awake  in  realms  divine, 

4..  Immortal  love  (hall  then  inflame 

My  foul  to  fcund  thy  lulling  feme, 

And  blelt  berond  what  tongue  can  ie'd, 

For  there  I  finil  with  Jefus  dwell, 

MTMN  LXXlV.—'Ihcchnfia'iin   the  durk,   eotfeffixg 

bis  deferthn. 
I.  C\  Mufi  I  fpend  m .  s  fo 

^*^     In  this  dark  vad  or  dea  h  and  woe  ! 
Through  cutting  fears,  and  (hades  oi  n 
I  rove  without  one  glirngfe  oi  ;ighr. 
2..  And  mud  I  itiil  iri  daikfrds  rove, 
So  far  from  ihee  my  friend,  my  leve  ! 
That  hsppy  hour  (hall  I  ne'er  fee, 
When  I  can  triumph,  Lord,  in  !'. 

3.  *  Fwas  my  felfe  ;  nj  ajftray, 
And  tar  I've  wandfct'd  from  the  way, 
Ye?,  O  thou  bleft,  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 
Thy  poor,  thy  wand'ring  flieep  reclaim, 

4.  Though  I  have  rov'd  fo  tar  from  thee, 
Thou  art  no*  injur'd,  Lord,  by  me  ; 
Bjf  J.  have  wounded  my  own  foui, 

A  \f'\  ihcu.  alone  can  make  me  whole. 


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HYMN  LXXV.—Panthc  after  Chrifi. 
r.   T    ORD  Jefuslei  me  fee 

*~*     The  beauties  of  thy  lace  ; 
O  let  rne  live  and  \\t\k  with  thee, 
And  triumph  in  thy  grace. 

2.  My  heart  fbt  thee  doth  panf, 
O  give  me  my  requeft, 

Thy  bleffed  felt,  O  God,  I  want, 
And  in  thy  love  to  tdr. 

3.  Why  fbouid  I  fpeud  my  breath 
Fur  that  which  is  not  bread  ? 

The  ways  of  fin  aie  ways  of  death, 
They  (hike  my  comforts  dead* 

4.  But  Lord  I  find  in  thee 
Ail  joy  and  ev'ry  geed, 

And  fmce  thy  gocdnefs  is  To  free, 
Alay  it  be  all  my  feed. 

5.  Then  will  my  cheerful  foul 
Rejoice  my  journey  through, 

My  mortal  days  (hall  fweetly  roll, 

And  all  my  fears  adieu. 
IlTMIi  LXXVJ,~-Tbe  doubting  chriftitn,  longing  u  knew- 
that  bis  Redeemer  ihctb. 

1.  yn  ITHOUT  a  doubt  O  could  I  know, 

*  *       Dear  jefus,  that  I  was  in  thee, 
My  foul  would  foon  forget  her  woe, 
And  O  how  happy  mould  I  be  ! 

2.  Ah  !  if  I  felt  (ha*  Chrift  was  mine, 
Wuh  joy  I'd  fin;>  his  bound lefs  love  ; 

My  tongue  fh(?uld  dwell  on  themes  divine, 
Till  I  fhould  foar  to  realms  above. 

3.  But  if  in  doub:s  I  fpend  my  days, 
No  happy  moments  (hall  I  fee, 

But  v.'^uder  in  thefe  difmal  ways, 
Diftieiyd  ar>d  poor  where  e'er  I  be. 

4.  This  woiM  would  be  a  fcene  of  woe, 
And  life  itfeii  a  burden  prove  ; 

And  mult  I  Bill  a  mourner  go, 

Without  my  friend,  my  life,  my  love 


//    T   M    N   S,  210 

5.  O  thou  that  came  to  help  >he  poor, 

Make  bare  thine  arm  and  fet  me  free  ; 
Thy  goodnefs  knows  nobGund  nor  thore, 

Then  Lord  extend  thy  love  to  mi*. 
HYMN   LXXVIL—Thi  ehrijlian  finfible  of  dfirthn 
from  Cad. 

1.  rT"*00  long  I  have  abus'd  thy  grace, 

*       O  my  indulgent  God  ! 
Too  long  forfook  the  ways  of  peace, 
And  with  »he  wicked  trod. 

2.  I've  cap.ive  been  by  fin  and  death, 
But  now  begin  to  fee 

Huw  vain  I  fpend  my  life  and  bre;;;h, 
When  I  defert  from  thee. 

3.  No  peace  I  find  lo  far  from  thee, 
Nor  rc*3  without   thy  love, 

And  yet  O  thcughtlcfs  wretch  I  be, 
For  empty  (hades  1  rove. 

4.  I  never  can  contented  be 
Without  the  foiiles  of  heav'n,^ 

0  Weffed  Jcfus  let  me  fee 
My  fins  are  all  forgiv'n. 

5.  O  let  rre  hear,  O  let  me  feci 
That  foui-tranfporting  voice, 

Which  will  my  wounded  fpirit  heal, 
And  make  my  heart  rejoice. 

6.  Then  would  my  foul  with  joy  proclaim 
The  goodn-efs  of  my  God, 

1  would  adore  my  Saviour's  name, 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

HYMN   LXXVUI.—Tbs  thnflian  confefwg  •/ **ldmfs 
and  Jiupidity. 

1.  ][    ORD  I  have  caufe  to  be  alham'd 
*-*     That  1  rejoice  in  thee  no  more, 

i  hat  all  my  foul  is  not  irfbrr/d 
To  fpread  thy  love, and  thee  adore. 

2.  Teri  thotifand  worlds  were  aM  tn  vaia 
To  fave  a  foul  condemn'd  to  d:e  ^ 

S  s 


2ii  HYMN   S. 

Yet  Chrift  the  Son  of  Qod  was  Haiti 
For  fuch  a  guilty  worm  as  I. 

3.  And  when  he  Jaw  me  in  my  guilt, 
His  bowels  did  with  pity  move  ; 

He  vvahYd  me  in  the  blood  he  fpih, 
And  fed  me  with  redeeming  love. 

4.  O  God  my  carelefs  frame:  forj 
And  melt  my  heart  with  love  divine, 

That*  1  may  near  to  JcTus  live, 

And  he  poflefs  th->s  heajl  of  mine. 
H  I  M  N  LXXJX.^-lhe  chrifiian  acknowledging  Csd's 

gooaiicfs,  and  bis  own  ingratitude* 
I.  f~\  HOW  rejoicing  was  the  day 

^     When  1  firft  knew  the  Lord  I 
He  drove  my  fears  and  foes  away, 

And  wafh'd  me  in  his  blood. 
2,.   No  arm  could  fave,  no  help  was  nigh 

In  that  diftreiling  hour, 
'Till  Chrift  the  Lamb  came  pafung  bf3 

With  his  redeeming  povv'r. 

3.  And  often  fince  I've  been  diftreft, 
And  no  relief  could  rind, 

'Till  Chilli  the  Lord,  my  righteoufnef?* 
Toki  me  his  love  was  mine, 

4.  And  yet  hew  c-aveWfs  have  I  been 
Since  fo  much  grace  receiv'd  ! 

H  »w  oft  I've  node  the  ways  of  fin, 
il  griev'd. 

5.  Ungrateful  mortal  I  have  been, 
From  I  j  |ovc  ! 

Ye\  he  reclaims  my  foul  again,. 
At;  me  w'r.h  his  love. 

LXXT^-rifje  travels  cf  a  doubting  Chriflhi*. 

1.  \}ij  HEN  Jeius  fmileson  me, 

foul  is  on  the  wings, 
free, 
fhgst 

2.  T  mountain  (Uong, 
And  I  pie  fume  to  fay 


H    Y    M    N    3.  ti% 

Mv  hope  is  fure,  my  foul  doth  long 
To  \v:ni  ."U/. 

3.  L*  nay  doubts  return, 

J  fears  come  on  again, 
And  when  ihofe  happy  hours  are  gone, 
I  fear  my  joys  were  vain. 

4.  Then  I  indulge  my  fear, 
And  Duurifb  unbelief, 

Until  ten  thoufand clouds  appear, 
And  load  my  foul  with  grief* 

5.  The  devil  he  perfwades 
My  fears  are  humble  iighs, 

And  it  is  beft  to  walk  in  ihades. 
Left  mv  prefumpiion  rife. 

6.  And  when  1  get  aglimpfe 
Oi  cheeiing  light  divine, 

He  doth  my  rifing  joys  eclipfc, 
Saying  it  is  not  mine. 

7.  Thus  when  I  might  rejoice 
Tnofe  flaviin  doubts  appear, 

Saying  'twas  not  my  Saviour's  voice. 

And  fol  hug  my  tear. 
3.    1  hen  ftorms  of  furrow  roll 

Thro'  all  my  troubled  breall; 
Thus  I  tormenr  my  wounded  foul, 

id  1  bus  deny  my  Chrift. 
9.  Forgive  me  Lord  I  pray, 

And  take  me  near  to  thie  ; 
Drive  Satan  and  his  fchemes  away, 

And  let  the  mourner  free. 
HYMN  ixxxr. — The  chriflian  feeling  his  defcrtlof:fram  Cicf* 

1.  /"\NCE  I  enjoy'd  the  Saviour's  love, 
^     And  thought  I  felt  his  grace  divine  j 

My  foul  convers'd  with  joys  abme 
And   cali'd  the  blefled  Jefus  mine. 

2.  But  four),  ah  !  foon  I  turn'd  afide, 
And  often  with  the  fmners  tiode  j 

Which  cau^M  the  wicked  to  deride 
The  precious  name  of  Chriit  ray  God  : 


213  H    T   M    N   S. 

3.  The  blinded  world  beheld  my  fin, 
And  fcoft'd  at  ilie  Redeemer's  name, 

Behold,  fay  they,  he's  turn* d  again t 
Ant!  thus  I  crucify'd  the  Lamb. 

4.  A  dagger  piercing  thro*  my  foul, 
And  I  with  trembling  fears  opprefs'd  5 

Ten  thoufand  ffearp  reflections  roll 

Like  floods  thro'  all  my  wounded  breaft, 

5.  Forgive  meO  thou  blefled  Lamb, 
That  I  To  iar  from  thee  defer?, 

And  let  thine  arm  of  lore  reclaim, 
My  wand'ring  and  deceitful  heart. 

6.  Dwell  in  my  foul  O  God  I  pray, 
And  let  no  rival  enter  there  ; 

Give  me  the  fmiles  of  heav'nly  day, 
And  let  me  yet  thy  goodnefs  fhare. 

7.  O  let  my  ways  no  more  defame 
The  gofpel  which  I  have  profefs'd  ; 

But  let  me  live  to  praife  thy  cam?, 
Until  I  reach  eternal  reft. 
HTMN  LXXXIL—Defiriug  to  he  wholly  fir  Cod 

1.  f~\  Thou  that  bought  me  with  thy  blocd,. 
^     And  wafh'd  my  guilt  away, 

Let  me  enjoy  fo  much  of  God, 
That  I  may  never  ftray. 

2.  Let  Jefus  all  my  life  control, 
To  bid  falfe  loves  adieu  ; 

Let  him  alone  poilds  my  foul, 
And  ev'ry  fee  fubdue. 

3.  Now  and  forever  I'll  be  thine, 
And  thou  my  only  joy, 

Antl  foon  I'll  reft  in  realms  divine, 
Where  nothing  can  annoy. 
HYMN  LXXXUl.—Defiring  to  walk  daily  with  Chrijt. 
1.   /^OME  Prince  of  Peace,  my  foes  deftroy, 

^     And  hi!  my  heart  with  facred  joy  ; 
Soon  as  Iteel  thy  dying  love, 
It  /nakes  my  greateft  trials  move.     % 
a.  There's  none  but  thee  can  make  Bie  blcft, 


H  r  M  N  s.  *u 

In  thee  ray  foul  would  live  and  reft  ; 
Bui  O  I  fear  this  treach'rous  heart 
Will  often  caufe  me  10  defert. 

3.  O  could  I  vviih  my  Jefus  walk, 
With  Jefus  live,  wi'h  Jefus  talk, 
And  cv'ry  hour  my  Jefus  fee, 

A  happy  mortal  I  (hould  be. 

4.  Then  by  his  grace  where  e'er  I  went. 
My  life  and  days  (h. >uid  all  be  fpent 
Unbounded  goodnef*  to  proclaim, 

And  give  the  £lory  to  the  Lamb. 
ETMN  lxxxiv. — Croa?ii;igfor  liberty  from  fo:s  viUhix* 

1.  f~\  How  I  feci  thefe  foes  within  ! 

^-^  Ttiis  darknefs,  thefe  remains  of  fin, 
They  haunt  my  foul  where  e'r  I  go, 
And  make  me  wade  through  fcencs  of  woe 

2.  O  Jefus  rife  and  fet  me  free, 
And  fight  the  battle  Lord  for  me. 
That  I  may  rove  no  more  from  God, 
Long  as  the  world  is  my  abode. 

3.  I*m  griev'd  to  think  how  tench  I  rovr 
From  thee  my  Father,  life,  and  love, 

And  (ince  thy  grace  fomuch  I've  known, 
O  let  me  live  to  thee  alone. 

4.  Why  mould  I  wade  my  hours  in  vain* 
And  load  myfelf  with  guilt  2nd  pain  \ 

If  Jefus  is  a  friend  to  me 
Why  may  I  not  with  Jsfus  be  ? 

5.  Since  he  is  ail,  O  let  me  know 
No  other  love  while  here  below  ; 
Then  let  me  clime  to  realms  above, 
Where  1  fhall  folace  in  his  love. 

//  Y  M  N  lxxxv.— Bstnoeen  hops  and  fear, 

1 .  CHEW  me  O  God  how  (tands  the  cafe 
0     Between  the  Saviour  and  my  heart  ; 

If  I  had  known  thy  faving  grace, 
How  could  my  foul  fo  far  defert  ? 

2.  'Tis  true  I  once  thought  I  bcliev'd, 
And  had  a  crumb  of  hying  bread  ; 


ai$.  H   r  M   N   s. 

But  if  my  foul  was  not  deceiv'd, 

Why  is  my  hopes  and  comforts  (led  ? 

3.  If  Jefus  hadredeem'd  my  fou!, 
And  I  had  known  that  he  was  mine, 

How  could  this  world  fo  fepn  have  iu\c 
My  heart  away  from  joys  divine  2 

4.  I've  feen  the  time  I  did  rejoice, 
And  thought  I  felt  a  hcav'nly  flame, 

But  ii  that  was  the  Saviour's  voice, 
How  could  I  get  this  ftupid  frame  ? 

5.  If  I  have  the  Redeemer  known, 

0  may  the  tru^h  now  Ua  me  free, 
And  if  he  is  my  help  alone 

1  cannot  reft  till  him  I  fee. 

HYMN  l  xxx vi.— On  unklitf* 
l.  TTNNUMBER'D  foals  by  unbelief, 

^      Have  fuiik  themletves  in  hell. 
And  faims  by  it  endure  more  griet 

Than  mortal  tongpe  can  tell. 
a.  When  to  my  door  the  Saviour's  come, 

And  cffers  raf  his  love, 
This  unbelief  won't  gve  him  room, 

Nor  fufFer  me  to  move. 
3.  Lord  break  thefe  bars  and  fet  me  free 

From  thefe  tormenting  chains, 
Then  (hall  my  foul  my  Jcfus  fee, 
And  lofe  my  guilt  and  pains. 

HYMN  l xxxv  11.— On  death. 

1.  "VI7HAT  devaluations  dea;h  has  made, 

*  *       By  his  refittlefs  pow'r  1 
Whole  lands  in  cumulation's  laid, 
And  dill  his  joys  devour. 

2.  Proud  mortals  truy  invain  contend, 
With  his  all-conq'ring  rage  ; 

And  thus  he  rides  tiil  time  (hall  end, 
Thro'  all  this  mortal  ftager 

3.  Great  is  his  fway  and  ^<.t:Ai  his  rage, 
Q'er  all  the  fea  and  land  ; 

The  infant  and  declining  age, 


H    T   M    N    S.  S.16 

Are  Crnih'd  bencarh  his  hand. 
Yet  bleflfcd  be  eternal  love, 

There's  life  beyond  his  pow'r ! 
And  we  may  hide  our  fouls  above, 

Where  he  cannot  devour. 
5.  Secure  our  fouls  O  bltikd  King, 

In  everhfting  pej:ce  ; 
That  we  the  Victor's  fong  may  (ing, 

When  this  poor  !i!e  (hall  ceafe. 
HYMN  Lxxxviii. — The  chtlftfan  mourning  the  abfenft  of 

his  bdoved, 
I.    TjOW  dark  and  gloomy  is  the  night, 

jlx     When  1  inriarknefs  mourn  ! 
I  grieve  without  my  chid  delight, 

Until  his  love  return. 
a.  I  wander  like  feme  mourning  one, 

Forfaken  of  his  friend  ; 
And  nothing  but  my  friend  alone, 

Can  make  my  forrows  end. 

3.  Some  times  I  think  my  friend  is  nigh, 
And  then  my  fears  are  gone  ; 

But  ah  !  how  Toon  hepsfiesby, 
And  all  my  doubts  re  urn. 

4.  O  could  I  meet  my  friend  again 
I'd  tell  him  al!  my  woe, 

Nor  would  he  leave  my  loul  in  pairs 
A  prey  to  e^Jry  (oe. 

5.  Haf>e  heppy  moment  when  he'I!  come 
To  gue  my  foul  re'ief, 

And  cail  me  to  m\  hapoy  home 
From  all  thefe  tea*  ot  t 

H  Y  M  N    lxxxix.  —  T/;*  fame. 
1.     A  MONG   (i  foes 

<*-*      My  doubling  fo  ■  .-epefc, 

Wand'ringand  m  un  ing  wild  I  r®v6 
In  ff?.ich,  ou   cannot  fi  ye. 

O.    D  ik  and  diilrcfilng  is  ;he  flight, 
1  he  morning  b»;n^^  my  (buj  no  light  ; 
The  fun  that  itghts  ihe  world  fo  well 


2iy  H   r   M    N    S. 

Does  not  my  gloomy  (hades  expel. 

3.  Mv  food's  unpleafant  to  my  tafte, 
My  couch  affords  my  foul  no  reft, 
Nor  can  my  wounded  heart  rejoice 
Until  I  hear  my  Saviour's  voice. 

4.  My  ncareft  triends  no  comforts  prove, 
With  all  their  ftrontielt  liesof  love  ; 
Bji  one  fweet  look  O  Lord  from  thee, 
Sets  me  from  all  my  forrows  free. 

5.  O  when  wilt  .houmy  friend  appear, 
Thy  love  alone  cafis  out  my  fear ; 
Lord^brcak  thefe  chams  of  unbelief, 
And  give  my  doubling  foul  relief. 

6.  Thy  hand  of  love,  O  God,  employ, 
And  turn  thefe  mou.  ning  hours  to  joy, 
Once  more  let  me  behold  thy  face 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 

HYMN   xc. — The  christians  changing  frames. 

1.  CTRANGE  that  a  foul  that  ever  knew 
*-*     The  bitft  Redeemer's  love, 

Should  ever  earthly  joys  puifue, 
And  for  a  lhadow  vow  ! 

2.  Sonie  times  when  I  enjoy  his  love, 
And  tafte  his  heav'nly  charms, 

I  think  I  never  more  mail  rove 
From  my  Redeemers  arms. 

3.  But  ah  !  how  foon  fome  giiti'ring  toy 
Srangely  allures  my  heart ! 

I  leave  my  heav'n  my  only  joy, 
A-  d  from  my  Lord  defert. 

4.  Then  wand'ring  in  a  wiidcrnefs, 
I  mourn  my  abfent  friend  ; 

Thro*  fcenes  of  darknefs  and  diftrefs, 
And  all  my  comforts  end. 

5.  O  then  I  think  it  e'er  I  fee 
My  heavenly  friend  again, 

I  never  would  fo  vainly  fbe 
From  him  for  toys  fo  vain. 

6.  I  promifc  if  he  will  return, 


H    T   M   N    S.  si* 

I  would  defert  no  more  ; 
But  when  he  docs  I  foon  am  gone 

As  vainly  as  before. 
7.  Good  Lord  forgive  my  follies  pft, 

And  lead  me  by  thy  hand, 
And  bring  me  when  I  drop  my  dud 

Unto  the  heav'n'v  land. 

HYMN  xcl.— The  backjlider. 
I.  /~\  How  ungrateful  have  I  been 

^     Since  I  have  known  the  Saviour's  love, 
To  follow  earthly  chaim<  again, 

And  to  my  friend  a  traitor  4>rove. 
a.  How  cou'd  I  leave  that  hcaVnly  friend, 

Who  gave  his  precious  life  lor  me  ! 
And  O  !  how  foon  my  pleafore  end 

When  from  his  blefied  aims  I  flee. 

3.  He  hca'.'d  my  wounds,  and  calm'd  my  fear, 
And  fed  me  with  redeeming  grace  \ 

And  did  my  drooping  fpirit  cheer, 
Yet  I  forfook  his  milling  face. 

4.  Unhappy  day  1  left  my  God, 
Inqueft  of  earth*!*  alluring  toys, 

And  wi>h  the  blind  ungodly  trod 
To  (hare  among  their  Deadly  joys, 

5.  Forgive  my  fin5,  Q  God  of  grace, 
And  let  me  iove  from  thee  no  mjre; 

O  let  me  fee  thy  fmiling  face 

Until  I  reach  ih'  immortal  fhorc, 
HYMN  xcn. — Defirim  to  waJk  with,  and  etijty  Ckrift, 
I.  f~\  That  my  foul  might  always  be 

^^     Kept  near  my  Saviour's  feet  $ 
His  love  engage  my  heart  to  flee 

From  earth's  amufing  cheat ! 
1.  O  might  I  feift  on  food  dtvine, 

And  love  infpire  my  heart 
To  have  no  wdi,  O  God,  but  thine. 

Nor  from  thy  ways  defert. 
3.  How  can  I  bear  (o  far  to  rove 

r 


m9  H   r   M    N    S. 

From  thee  as  I  hive  done  ! 

How  can  I  bear  to  lofe    thy  lore, 

And  grieve  without  the  fun  ! 

4.  O  keep  me,  kef  p  me,  bleikd  God, 
Wi'hin  thy  heav'nly  arm?:, 

And  let  me  never  rove  abroad 
In  queft  ol  earthly  charms. 

5.  Thy  love,  O  God,  is  all  in  all  ; 
O  let  my  foul  receive 

The  crrmbs  that  from  j.rfv  table  fall, 
And  all  my  wants  relieve. 

6.  Me  hinfcs,  O  God,  its  all  I  want 
To  live  upon  thy  word  $ 

With  wa?m  defires  my  foul  doth  pant 

For  to  enjoy  my  God. 
HYMN  xciti. —  Ihs  mourning  foul  panting  after  Chrtjl. 
I.   *? AY  blelTed  God  where  ihall  1  go 

*^     To  feel  thy  love  and  fiwd  relief, 
From  long  and  tedious  nights  oi  woe, 

From  darknefc,  guilt,  and  unbelief  ? 
3.  It  I,  O  God,  am  born  to  thee, 

Then  let  me  hve  upon  thy  grace; 
Where  e'er  I  go  O  let  me  be 

Bieft  with  the  fmilings  of  thy  face. 

3.  But  yet,  O  God,  too  oft  I  tove 
For  but  fome  poor  deceitful  charm, 

Then  lofe  the  rehfli  of  thy  love, 
And  wallow  in  a  ftupid  frame. 

4.  And  mult  I  (till  a  mourner  go 
So  much  bewildet'd  in  dit-iefsi 

When  (hail  I  (eel,  when  fhall  1  know 
Jefus  the  Lord  my  righteonfsnefs  ? 

5.  Lord  mail  my  (roubles  ever  end  ? 
When  mall  I  fee  «he  happy  day 

When   hou  wilt  be  my  only  friend, 
And  wipe  thefe  <t?.rs  of  giitl  a  war. 

HYMN   xc 1  v .  —  On  exile, 
I.  "fT^^  frcm  u>>  F»thei'«  houie  I  »ove  ; 
■^       In  exile  pa'hs  I  tread  \ 


H    T   M    N    S.  aao 

Far  from  my  Jcfus  and  my  love, 

I  i  regions  o!  the  dead. 
2.  O  .vh-re's  that  Irirnd  I  once  enjoy M, 

Wo  fr  love  of'  cheei'd  mv  heart  ? 
Why  are  my  comforts  *\\  delboy'd  ? 

Why  did  my  Lord  iJeferJ  ? 
i    (),  wis  it  I  that  left  my  God  ? 

H  iw  could  I  leave  him  f  > ! 
O  wic  ch  io  wander  thus  abroad 

And  plunge  myfett'  in  woe  ! 

4.  Mv  hufband  he  is  flill  the  fame, 
And  bears  me  on  his  heart, 

Nor  will  heever  lole  my  name, 
Aliho*  I  thusdeferf. 

5.  But  O  I  Itiil  in  exile  rove  I 
N  >f  can  I  happy  be 

Until  I  do  eojov  my  love  ; 
My  friend  when  iha'.l  I  fee? 

6.  O  mult  [  wade- in  forrow  ftill  I 
My  God  what  (hall  I  do  ? 

O  give  my  foul  but  one  fweet  fmile, 
And  my  loft  joys  rene.v. 

7.  Some  times  I  think  my  Jefus  nigh, 
O  how  it  lifts  my  heart ! 

But  ah  !  too  foon  he  paffes  by, 
My  rifingjoys  depart. 

8.  O  come,  my  diftant  hufband  come, 
Nor  let  thy  love  delay  ; 

O  bring  the  mouining  wand'rer  home 

And  wipe  my  tears  away, 

HYMN  xc*.—Tief*mf. 
1 1,   r\  God  my  broken  groans  attend, 

^     And  come  (or  my  relief ; 
Make  known  thyfeli  to  be  my  friend, 

And  ban-fhaM  my  grief. 
2.  Loaden'd  with  death  I  mourning  gof 

And  pride  within  me  reigns ; 
Bound  down  with  darknefs  guilt  ar.J  woe* 

With  unbelief  the  chains. 


3.  Some  times  I  think  my  Jefus  nigh, 
From  my  diftrefs  and  pain  ; 

JMy  foul  enjoy 'd  a  heav'nly  peace, 
My  hopes  reviv'd  again. 

4.  But  ah  !  too  foon  my  doubts  return, 
And  clouds  begin  to  rife  ; 

My  glimm'ring  fparks  o(  joy  are  gone, 
And  all  my  comfort  dies. 

5.  My  feu!  then  in  a  reOlefs  frame, 
Cries  out  I've  been  decciv*d9 

Ijear  I  never  hew  the  Lamb, 
Nar  jaihigh  beVu%id% 

6.  Thus  vex'd  wim  daiknef?,  doubt?,  and  fears, 
In  exile  pa*hs  I  rove  ; 

God  knows  I  fi;-d  no  p'eafure  here, 
Yet  don'c  enjov  his  love. 

HYMN  mzvi.— The  fame. 

1.  HOW  long  arid  tedious  is  the  night 
"     Whenabfent  from  my  love! 

When  I  enjoy  no  heavViy  light 
Row  difmal  my  abode  ! 

2.  Not  ear?h  wnh  all  her  richcft  joys 
Can  fatisfy  my  mind  ;  * 

All  creauire  comforts  are  but  toys 
Till  I  my  Jefus  find. 

3.  O  (hall  I  ever  ever  fee 
My  Saviour's  face  again  } 

Nothing  but  thee,  nothing  but  thee 

OGod  can  eafe  my  pain. 
4    O  Let  me  know  that  thou  art  mine, 

Tht?)  with  a  cheerful  voice 
I  will  proclaim  thai  I  am  thine, 

And  all  my  foul  rejoice. 
HYMN  xcvt  1 Thechrifiiaji  in  diflrefs  ly  leaving  Chrtfx 

1.  f~\  God  inflame  my  foul  wuh  love, 
^-^     To  thine  adored  name; 

Give  me  the  naiure  of  the  dove, 
And  meeknefs  of  the  lamb. 

2,  U  God  among  the  humble  throng, 


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My  panting  foul  would  be  ; 
My  lovefh'.iuki  be  my  only  fong, 
And  I  would  walk  wiih  thee. 

3.  This  earth  with  all  her  charming  fweef, 
Is  but  an  empty  toy  ! 

But  O  or  e  m  >ment  at  thy  feef, 
Is  molt  lubftantial  joy  ! 

4.  There  let  mc  have  my  leng  abode, 
And  feel  thy  heav'nly  flame; 

Then  will  I  bcaft  ol  Chrid  my  God, 
And  laud  his  precious  name. 

5.  O  Welled,  bleffed  Jt fus  fay, 
And  dial!  my  portion  be 

In  realms  of  everlafting  day, 

WrapM  up  in  love  with  thee. 
H  Y  M  N    zctiii. — The  chriftlan  in   dijlrefs  by    having 

Chrifl. 
I.   /~\NCE  did  my  foul  rejo-ce, 

^     And  knew  the  Lord  was  mine  \ 
Wr h  joy  I  heard  his  charming  voice, 

Sav ,  "Jsnnet  I  am  thine." 
7-   But  ah  !  when  once  I  turn'd 

Fr<  m  my  Redeemers  face, 
My  foul  m  a  wild  defert  mourn'd, 

Without  his  cheering  grace, 
3    O  what  a  fool  was  I 

To  leave  my  oniy  friend  ! 
When  1  defert  my  com  ions  dier 

And  all  my   pleafures  e..d. 
4..    Thus  mourn  ng  in  diltrefs, 

I  fpend  ray  weary  day?, 
Wadinj/  without  one  moment's  reft, 

In  folifary  ways. 

5.  O  come  my  lieav'nly  friend, 
And  make  thefe  bars  remove  v 

My  (forms  of  grief  will  never  egd, 
'Til  I  enjoy  ihy  love. 

6.  Then  would  I  fit  and  ffng 
The  wonders/jf  ihy  love> 


Till  1  fhouldftrike  th'  immoital  firing, 


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In  the  bieft  realms  above. 

HYMN  xcix.—  Da  firing  nothing  but  Chrijt. 

1.  f~\  GIVE  me  nothing  but  that  Lamb 
^     That  bled  and  died  for  me  ; 

His  name  fhail  be  my  constant  theme, 
And  he  my  portion  be. 

2.  Had  I  ten  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
I'd  give  them  all  awayt 

That  I  might  with  my  jefus  live 
In  one  e/trnal  day. 

3.  He  died  for  fouls  as  vile  as  me, 
Then  I  may  (hare  his  grace  ; 

I  mufl  wuh  this  dear  Jefus  be 
Among  the  heaven-born  race. 

4.  Appear -my  blefted  Iriend,  appear, 
And  fliew  thy  Ft  If  to  me  ; 

O  let  me  find  thy  prefence  near, 
Asnl  live  alone  to  thee. 

5.  O  let  rr.e  have  my  humble  place, 
Where  I  may  prai(e  thy  name  ; 

There  let  me  reign  through  boundlefs  grace, 
In  everlaliing  lame. 

HYMN    Q.—The  filgrbns  fotig. 

1.  TV]  OW  pilgrims  le'«  us  go  in  peace, 

^      While  through  this  world  we  rove; 
Till  all  thefe  parting  moments  ceafe, 
Aid  we  (hall  meet  above. 

2.  Tho*  trials  here  our  fouls  annoy,. 
And  foes  befet  the  road, 

We're  hafi'ning  to  eternal  joy, 
Where  we  (hall  reft  with  God, 

3.  Let  U8  rejoice  in  God  our  King, 
While  pilgrims  here  we  rove, 

Aw'  join  wi.h  htfart  and  voice  to  fing, 
The  wonders  oi  his  love. 

4.  Soon  we  (hall  reach  the  heav'nly  land?* 
And  head  the  peaceful  (bore  ; 

And  we  unite  the  glorious  band, 


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Our  Jefus  to  adore, 
O  ihetranfporting  fcenes  of  blifs, 
Our  fouls  flnll  thtn  enjoy  ! 
For  if  we  be  where  Jefus  is, 

T^f-re'-  no'hing  can  nnnoy. 


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H2aji\j    and  SPlRllU/iL    SONGS. 
BOOK  V.—Cwfifting  chiefly  of  infinite  wonders,  trunf port- 
ing views,  and  chriftian  triumphs. 
HYMN  L—Tfc  cffriftiauU  wonder  andjoj, 

1.  TTAIL  ye  dark  tenants  ot  the  earth, 

**  Hear  the  glad  news  thy  Saviour's  birth  ! 
Jehovah  breaks  thy  (hades  of  night, 
Brings  immorality  to  light. 

2.  A  God  defcends,  becomes  a  man, 
My  God  !  an  infant  of  a  Ipan ! 
What,  ihe  eternal  bear  my  woe  ! 
My  foul  !  and  can  he  Hoop  fo  low  ? 

3.  Steal  plealing  fcene  into  my  heart, 
And  ravifh  ev'ry  pow'r  of  thought  ; 
O  let  me  leave  created  good, 

And  nothing  know  but  Chrift  my  God. 

4.  O  bear  my  panung  fuulawa'y 
To  realms  of  everlalting  day, 
There,  there  with  rapture  (hall  I  gaze 
On  God  in  his  meridian  blaze. 

5.  Gowd  God  !  and  are  fuch  glories  mine  ? 
Yes,  Lord  I  ttel  the  liied!v;ne, 

Bui  would  enjoy  the  perfe-fi  fcene 
Without  one  pafTJng  (hade  between. 

HTMN  JL—Ihe  chriSWans  triumph  over  death, 
I.   TtrtOUNTmy  foul  on  wings  triumphant, 

J-VA     Jefus  bids  the  dauntlels  rife  ; 
Ore  fweet  lay  of  hie  immoral 

Conquers  death,  and  never  dies: 
O  my  JefuF,  O  my  Jefus, 

Bear  my  foul  above  the  fkies. 
a.  Let  me  led  the  pleafin^  isprure, 


12$  H    T    M    N    «?> 

Rifing  in  immortal  birth  ; 
I  (hall  have  no  grave" ro  enter/ 

Never  tee!  expiring  breath  ; 
Lie  eternal,  life  eternal, 

Swallows  up  the  grave  and  dea  h. 
3     F  a:  and  ^rief  2n  empty  ftoiy, 

While  I  feel  that  Jefus  reigns  ; 
Rap  ures  of  immonal  glorv, 

Lofes  all  the  fenfeot  pains  ; 
Dra  vs  the  curtain,  draws  the  curtain, 

Les  me  tread  the  b  .(Vfu!  p'airrs. 
5.  While  in  time  my  fonl  doth  enter, 

Realms  of  everlaftmg  day  ; 
Thus  to  God,  my  liieTd  center, 

Till  my  foul  was  ftolc  away  ; 
L;ve  forever,  live  ♦orever, 

In  my  foul  O  God  my  flay. 
5.  O  pleating  fcene  !  1  can  but  wonder, 

While  I    on  Jehovah  gaze  ; 
And  I,  O  thought  !  par  ake  the  fp'endor 

Of  his  mo(f  meridian  blaze    j 
Loft  in  glory,  loft  in  g'cty, 

For  ever  join  angefic  lay?. 

HYMN  111.— A  look  -within  the  veil  finks  created  good. 
I.   HI   ELL  me  no  mere  of  earthly  friends, 
*       Their  com'ort  fails,  their  lriendfhij 
And  fink  ve  vain  Created  joys, 
I've  weigh'd,  and  found  yc-u  empty  toy?, 
a.  But  in  the  Lord  I've    hie  divine, 
Where  glories  in  mendian  (hine  ; 
Love  is  his  nature,  ami  his  name 
A  friend  of  everlaftf  g  fan^e. 

3.  Tho'  ftoims  arife  and  lues  invade, 
1  am  fee  ute  beneam  ht«  a  d  ; 
In  death  i  fell  I  fei  and  ling, 
Ah  grave  and  riea^h  when:  is  thy  fling  ^ 

4.  My  conq'iing  King  hears  me  away 
To  realms  of  everlalimg  day  ; 
There  is  my  life,  and  ifreie  my  home, 


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Where  fin  nnr  death  can  never  come. 
5.  I  fed,  O  God,  my  poriion  there, 
My  foul  doth  now  with  angels  (hare  ; 
Bui  would  l:ke  them  be  wholly  free 

From  ev'ry  lovcf,  Lord,  but  thee. 

HYMN  IV.— Cod  and  the  ttnvtrted  foul  infiparablj  ons% 
I.  VfOTcrown  ,  nor  worlds,  OGod,  I  crave, 

■^      But  thee  I  want,  and  thee  niult  have  $ 
One  with  ihvfelf  O  iet  me  be, 
Forever  ravilh'd  Lord   with  thee. 
a.  But  dare  I  lift  a  thought  fo  high 
To  the  great  God  prefume  fo  nigh  \ 
Ah  !  (uch  the  nature  of  my  God 
'Tis  his  delight  to  do  me  good. 

3.  He  loves  to  give  the  weary  reft, 
And  make  the  woift  o*  Tinners  bleft, 
From  the  detelted  jaws  of  hell 
Brings  all  that  will  with  him  to  dwell. 

4.  O  what  a  pleating  thought  is  this, 
Rebels  enjoy  confommaie  bltfs  1 
And  this  is  m<nj ;  O  let  me  nfe 
Where  perfeel  p'eafure  never  dies. 

5.  Let  earth  and  he'l  with  rageconfpire 
To  quench  this  fpark  of  heav'nly  fire  ; 
It  conquer?  all,  nor  fee's  the  pains, 
And  lives  while  the  Jehovah  reigns. 

HYMN     V. Th$    $nlj  happy. 

I,  r\  Happy  folds  alive  to  God 

^^  Who  walk  the  paths  that  Jefus  trod  I 
Tho*  dorms  and  fbest>efei  rheir  way, 
They're  file,  loi  Jefus  is  their  fiay. 
1   Let  crowns  revolve  and  kingdoms  ceafe 
They  ftiil  enjoy  their  realms  of  peace,* 
And  when  thefe  worlds  ihill  ceafe  to  move 
They  but  awake  in  pertecl  love. 
3.  O  what  a  g'onous  prize  have  they  ! 
Their  horns  in  everlamng  day  ; 
Their  God  to  them  htmfe.lt  hathgiv'n, 


427  n  r  m  n  s. 

The  fource  of  a'l  the  joys  in  heav'n. 
4.    Mount  then  ye  heirs  of  perfect  blifs, 
.Love  no?   fo  mean  a  world  as  this, 
And  hi;l  falfe  lovers  all  adieu, 
For  God  ha»h  gave  himfelf  to  you. 

HtMN  VL  —  lkt  chriflian  in  triumph. 

1  A  W  a  KE  my  heart,  rejoice  and  fing, 
**   God  is  ihv  S a v i c  ur  and  thy  King  j 

Soar  to  the  peaceful  lealms  above, 
And  view  the  boundlefs  Tea  of  love. 

2  There  is  thy  poitfon,  there  thy  home, 
And  Jefus  bids  he  cheerful  come  j 
Djfy  ihy  foes,  fui  mount  thy  tears, 

F  r  heav'ns  immortal  day  appears. 

3.  Well  let  the  curtain  draw  away 
And  open  everlafhng  day  ; 
There  Jerus  doth  in  grandeur  (lime, 
And  O  !  I  feel  that  he  is  mine. 

4.  Good  L'.rd.  and  are  thyfe  joys  for  me  ) 
And  am  i,  am  I,  one  with  ihte? 

Yea  Lord  I   iarte  the  living  wine, 
And  hear  the  whifper  thou  ait  mine, 

5.  O  tell,  eernal  ages  'ell, 
What  gloresd  >  h  m  Jefus  dwell  ; 
I   feel,  and  foon  fhall  ioar  away, 
To  lealms  ot  evetfafti.ng  div. 

HYMN  VlL—lhcfiaring  mini. 

1.  DRE  MC  faciei!  morn  wtih  beams  of  light, 
*-*  And  trorn  my  foul  expel  the  night, 

And  fweetly  ileal  my  heart  away 
VV-ih  rap'uresof  ioamoital  day. 

2.  I  feel  a  mind  that  (am  would  foar 
Far,  tar  beyond  this  mortal  more, 
Norejrh  nor  hell  (hall  e'er  confine, 
While  I  am  bleft  with  wings  divine. 

3.  Come  then,  O  thou  immortal  Dove, 
And  bear  me  to  the  realms  above, 
There  I  might  foar  and  (Ml  find  room, 
And  make  that  fea  of  love  my  home. 


HYMN   S.  aa* 

4.  There  fha'l  i  fi  .d  my  joys  complete, 
Theft  In'e  wo ilds  beneath  my  feet, 
Wh  lc  thought  remains  I  Uill'm-ili  be, 
Liii  in  mj  God   hat  bntindle/s  fca. 

hTWlN  VI1L— Death  unflxng. 

1.  JV^Y  foui  lurmotints  the  rage  ofdeaih, 
**-■      And  triumphs  o'er  tfce  grave  j 

WrapM  dp  in  life  I  lofe  my  breath, 
While  God  a  friend  I  have. 

2.  Immortal  joys  began  below, 
In  Jeius  1  enjoy, 

Mar.ilcns  ot  life  my  foul  doth  know, 
Where  death  cannoi  annoy. 

3.  O  could  I  nfe   ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Infhm'd  with  love  divine, 

With  joy  I'd  raife  ten  thoufand  fongs, 
To  praife  this  Chrift  of  mme. 

4.  He's  got  mv  lile,  he's  got  my  heart, 
And  gives  himfelfto  me, 

Nor  irom  his  bofom  lhall  I  part, 
Where  he  is  I  mall  be. 

5.  O  God  and  fhall  I  with  thee  dwell, 
And  drink  of  joys  divine, 

Brought  from  the  jaws  of  death  and  hell, 

To  be  an  heir  of  thire  ! 
%  Let  heav'nly  armies  with  furprife, 

Stand  gazing  and  adore, 
To  hear  iha'  God  the  Saviour  dies, 

That  I  might  d  e  no  more. 

JIT  Al  N    IX.— The  thrift  ian  longing  to  get  hme. 

1.  (\  Could  I  mount  above  the  fk  e<, 

^^     And  foar  where  plea(ure  never  dies, 
I'd  (hare  with  all  the  holts 1  above, 
In  fcenes  and  fongs  of  facred  love, 

2.  In  realms  of  uncreated  day, 
Wi'h  all  my  farrows  wip'd  away, 
And  face  to  face  beho'd  that  God 
Who   vvauYd  me  here  in  his  c  wn  blood. 

Say  heav'nly  Father  (hail  I  co.ne, 


fli9  HYMNS. 

And  enter  now  my  happy  home, 
To  live  with  in  that  peaceful  fhore, 
Where  I  can  lofethy  charms  no  more. 
4.   Ah  !  fweet  immortal  realms  ol  peace, 
Where  hallelujahs  never  ceafe, 
And  Jtfus  ihe  immortal  Dove, 
Fires  all  the  glorious  hofts  above. 

HYMN   X.—Chrifl's  kingdom  in  the  chrifliAti's  heart. 

1.  A  .LL  hail  thou  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
**•     1  feel  thv  coming  nigh, 

Nor  ever  (hall  thy  kingdom  ceafe, 
Thy  fons  (hall  never  die. 

2.  My  bofom  Lord  diveft, 
Of  ev'ry  pow'r  but  thine, 

And  reign  forever  in  my  breaft 
A  kingdom  all  divine. 

3.  O  joys  of  ancient  date  ! 
A  life  that  never  dies, 

And  I  polTefs  a  crown  fo  great, 

With  pleafure  and  furprife. 

HYMN  XI.—Ti  the  traveling  drifii^i, 
1.  T3  EJOICE  ye  lovers  of  the  Lord, 

*^      And  bid  your  fears  adieu, 
Let  all  your  ways  his  grace  record, 

While  Jefus  you  purfue. 
1.  Wi<h  joy  you  lelt  the  flavifh  ground, 

And  faw  your  foes  deOroy'd, 
The  pa'hs  of  life  your  Amis  have  found, 

And  heav'nly  peace  en  joy  'd. 

3.  Go  on,  and  ting  your  journey  thro', 
For  Jefus  leads  your  band, 

'Till  mortal  climes  you  bid  adieu, 
And  wake  at  his  right  hand. 

4.  There  you  fhall  fi;id  confu.r.raate  blifs, 
And  ev'ry  (torm  blow  o'er, 

For  ye  (hall  be  where  Jefus  is, 

And  what  would  you  have  more  } 

5.  O  God,  my  foul  would  join  the  band, 
While  I  this  defert  rove, 


HYMN    V  ^> 

And  with  inem  in  thofc  mar.fions  land, 
In  evcrlafting  love. 

HYMN     XI 7. —The  famt. 

1.  ClNG  on  ye  pilgrims  bound  to  heav'n, 
^     Jehovah  is  your  friend, 

Immortal  crowns  10  you  are  giv'n, 
And  foon  your  furrows  end. 

2.  On  earth  you've  tafled  joys  divine. 
And  tound  immortal  love, 

And  foon  (hall  in  full  glory   fhine 
Among  the  faints  above. 

3.  There  far  from  all  the  (hides  of  night. 
Your  rap'ur'd  fouls  (hall  foar, 

Br.fking  in  evertafting  light, 
While  Jefus  you  adore. 

4.  All  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  lives  forever  bleft, 

Who  lov'd  and  eall'd  his  children  home 
To  everbfting  refti 

5.  u  Amen  !  "  smen !  the  Angels  fing ; 
"  Amen  !  the  faints  reply  ; 

M  Amen  !  all  glory  10  the  King." 

Let  praife>   never  die. 

HYMN  XIIL—De firing  no  lift  nor  joys hut  Ckrift. 
1.  C\  Jefus  w'nh  thy  charms 

^     Allure  my  heart  away, 
To  reft  within  thy  facred  arms 

In  peaceful  realms  ot  day. 

Sir  up  thy  pow*r  within  ; 

Inflame  my  breaft  with  love  j 
O  conquer  all  the  pow'rs  of  fin, 

And  bid  my  foes  remove. 
3.  Large  draughts  of  life  divine, 

I  would  enjoy  below  ; 
No  life,  no  joys,  no  love  but  thine, 

O  lei  me  never  know. 

U 


2ji  H   r    M   N    s. 

HYMN    XIF— Heaven  en  earth. 
I.  I'LL  lift  my  foul  on  high, 

■*•     And  found  my  Saviour's  fame  ; 
Lie's  all  I  want,  and  he  is  nigh, 

1  feel  his  facred  flame. 
?..  Nor  can  I  happy  be 

But  when  I  fee  thy  face  ; 
For  Jefus  is  no  Chrift  to  me 

Unlefsl  feel  his  grace. 
3.  No  diftant  God  1  know, 

Or  future  heav'n  can  truft; 
I  v.  ant  my  heav'n  begun  below; 

I  want  a  prefent  Chrift. 
4..  Thou  art  the  feaof  blifs, 

For  which  I  do  afpire  ; 
And  when  I  am  where  Jefus  is 

JTis  all  that  I  defire. 
5.  O  Jefus  rule  my  heart 

With  that  immortal  flame; 
With  worlds  and  kingdoms  would  I  part, 

To  reign  with  Chrift  the  Lamb. 
H  r  M  N  XV.— Panting  for  the  pure  realms  •fimmirtah 
ity. 

1.  C\  Let  me  breath  in  realms  divine, 
^   And  feel  angelic  glories  minej 

Where  feraphsglow  I  fain  would  be, 
From  death  and  thefe  dark  regions  free. 

2.  Thou  Father  ot  immortal  day 
Come  tsar,  O  bear  my  foul  away  ; 
There  would  I  with  pure  fpirits  glow, 
And  there  before  my  Jefus  bow. 

-;.  O  rapturous  fecnes !  think  how  they  foar, 
\Vhiie  they  their  great  I  AM  adore  \ 
His  glories  in  meridian  blaze, 
While  they  with  wonder  love  and  gaze. 
%  Could  I  furmount  thefe  (liades  of  night, 
jSoon  would  I  reach  thefe  climes  of  light, 
With  that  bright  heft  Jehovah  view, 
And  Owe  in  all  their  giories  too. 


H    T    M    N    S.  13* 

5.   The  thought  awakes  my  laboring  heart, 
And  longs  with  all  ihcfe  worlds  to  part   ; 
And  while  I  third  methinks  I  feel 
The  life  anil  pant  lor  glory  ftill. 

HYMN  XV  J.— Heaven  not  promifed  but  popped, 

1.  I  F  God  fo  lov'd  our  race, 

To  give  his  only  Ton, 
Lord  let  me  feel  that  boundlefs  grace, 
And  know  the  gift  my  own. 

2.  It's  not  a  heav'n  to  come 
My  foul  can  fatisfy  ; 

Nor  can  I  find  myfeli  at  home 
But  with  my  Jefus  nigh. 

3.  OGod  thy  heavens  bow, 
Thefe  parting  walls  remove, 

Let  me  begin  my  glory  now, 
And  here  enjoy  thy  love. 

4.  Shine  O  thou  morning  (tar, 
And  bring  celeftial  day  ; 

Far  from  my  foul,  O  Jefus,  far 
Expel  thefe  clouds  away. 

5.  Scenes  of  immortal  joy 
Is  all  my  foul's  defire  ; 

Sweet  raptures  ev'ry  pow'r  employ, 
And  join  feraphic  lire. 

HYMN  XVIL— Triumph  in  COD. 

1.  AMOUNT  up  my  foul  and  fing, 
IV1     ^hat  l0Ve  that  bled  fo  free  \ 

O  love  that  cauVd  th*  immortal  King 
To  bleel  and  die  for  me  ! 

2.  Lord  God  how  great  thy  love  ! 
Thyfelf  an  enfign  hung, 

To  call  us  to  the  realms  abore, 
And  ihall  it  be  unfung  ? 

3.  O  for  thy  facred  fire 

To  raife  immortal  (trains ! 
The  fons  of  God  ihould  (hike  the  lire, 
O/  the  ccIeHia!  plains. 


233  H   T   M   N   S. 

4.  My  raviuVd  foul  would  foar 

To  manfions  fo  divine, 
And  fail  around  the  peaceful  fhore, 

With  all  the  glories  m;ne. 
HYMN  XVUI.— Invincible  arguments  of ~th*  nafom 

blcntfs  and  necejfiiy  0/  eviry  foul  knowing  of  Cod }  4r  10 f. 

their  future  fiate  will  be  now. 

1.  A   God  omnipotent  I  own, 
**•     Eternal  things  allow; 

But  what  of  God  have  I  e'er  known  ) 
Or  how's  my  Standing  now  ? 

2.  I  fay  that  Chriii  for  fiuners  died, 
And  that  a  truth  may  be; 

But  if  not  to  my  foulapply'd 
'Tis  not  a  im  ;h  to  mc 

3.  I  fay  he  gH!*s  bis  ptoph  id?» 
And  gites  shesn  Jste  di>jne ; 

But  if  ihts  life  1  nt*er  poilefi, 
How  is  the  bleffing  mine  ? 

4.  I  talk  of  everlaUing  death, 
And  thoufands  in  defpair, 

And  do  not  know  but  the  next  breatSt* 
I  die  and  enter  there. 

5.  Saints  I  believe  wish  God  will  dwell 
Ineverlafting  blifs ; 

But  is  it  mine  r  or  can  I  'ell, 
Thar  I  am  fure  or  this  ? 

6.  Or  if  in  time  its  all  unknown, 
Where  we  at  deach  Jhall  go, 

Then  1  may  ihe  next  breath  begone 
Toeveilafting  wo, 

7.  How  then  can  earthly  charms  allure 
My  mind  while  here  I  dwell, 

When  ev'ry  bieath  I  am  not  fare 

But  I'm  the  next  in  hell  ? 
S.  Why  all  the  toil  for  facred  thing?, 

Of  revelations  giv'n, 
If  all  no  real  knowledge  brings, 

Nor  makes  us  fure  of  heav'n  ? 


H    T   At    N    S.  2ft 

9.  Some  point  me  here,  and  other?  there, 
And  fome  fay  all  is  well ; 

But  I  dare  tru(t  my  foul  no  more 
On  all  they  door  tell. 

10.  It  I  am  bound  to  blifs  or  wo?, 
And  (land  'or  atrial  here, 

Then  for  my  fell!  ought  to  know, 
Where  I  lhall  foon  appear. 

11.  If  none  felt  God  can  mercy  fhew, 
Nor  give  me  lite  divine, 

Then  from  this  God  I  ought  to  know, 
That  life  and  heav'n  is  mine. 

12.  Sure  he  that  firlt  my  being  gave, 
Can  witnefs  who  he  is  ; 

And  l:e  that  dy'd  my  fcul  to  fave, 
Can  tell  me  I  am  his. 

13.  Then  let  it  bs  O  God  imprefl'd, 
From  thee  by  pow'rs  divine, 

On  all  my  ftul  that  I  am  blelt, 

And  am  forever  thine. 
HYMN  XIX. — Chrijl  really  km-xn  to  every  converted  foul. 

1.  /"^EASE,  ceafe,  ye  foes  of  God  to  tell 

^     "  No  knowledge  here  of  heav'n  cr.helV' 
God's  fpirit  here  is  freely  giv'n, 

And  faints  on  earth  are  tore  of  heav'n. 

2.  We  know,  faith  John,  we  are  of  God, 
And  all  the  world  in  fin  doth  lie  ; 

Our  fouls  have  felt  th*  eternal  word, 
And  know  that  we  lhall  never  die. 

3.  We  drink  from  heav'n  the  living  wine, 
While  wand'ring  here  below, 

Cmveifewith  God  on  themes  divine, 
Which  (inner*  cannot  know. 

HYMN  XX.— Tie  Jam?. 
I.    \X/HAT  heav'niy  fcenes  on  ear  h, 

*v       The  chnflians  often  view, 
Asd  feel  ihtmfelves  of  beav'olv  birth, 
Uu 


<2$5  H   T   M    N   S. 

Which  timers  never  knew ! 

2.  They  luck  within  the  veil,  / 
And  fee  their  manfion  there  ; 

And  wht-n  thefe  mortal  worlds  (hall  fail, 
They  are  Jehovah's  care. 

3.  O  what  immortal  !ove, 
To  finking  fouls  is  giv'n  ! 

The  joy  of  ?.:]  the  realms  above, 
For  JtTus  is  the  heav'n. 
H  T  M  N  XXL— Rejoicing  in  the  crtfs  efChnft* 

1.  jV/J  ^  k>'^  embrace  the  Saviour's  c.;cfs, 
***      An-!  count  all  other  gains  bul  lofs  y 

Through  h  iTes,  crofTes,  grief,  and  pain, 
Yea  lofc  thy  lite,  and  count  it  gain. 

2.  To  (haie  thy  foft'rings  Lord  I'm  bleft, 
And  count  it  more  than  earthly  ten1,. 
And  the  reproaches  ot  thy  name 

Far  more  than  earth's  exalted  tame. 

3.  And  O  my  trials  are  but  fmall ! 
jor  Chtiftmy  Captain  bears  them  all  ; 
His  pow'r  fubdues  my  greased  foes, 
Thus  I  furmount  a  world  of  wcves. 

4.  LotdGoD  increafe  my  life  divine, 
I'd  knew  no  other  life  but  thine, 

All  ea"hly  glories  Yd  adieu, 
The  King  o\  glory  I'll  purfue. 

5.  And  O  the  happy  hour  fhall  eomc, 
When  all  the  pilgrims  reach  tneir  home  I 
And  I  with  the  blett  bant  (ball  rife 

To  lime  the  everiafting  prize. 

B  T  JVi  N     XX I  J.—  Encouraged  to  follow  the*fahU, 
1,  T  ]N DAUNTED  O  ray  foul  go  00 

^      To  the  fweet  reams  of  love, 
Believe  and  wear  a  glorious  crown, 

Wnh  all  the  ho(?s  ab:  ve. 
?,.  Ten  ihoufand  faints  have  landed  there, 

A nti  bid   her  !ears  alien  : 
And  I  e'tr  long  with  thern  lhajl  fliarr, 

And  be  as  happy  toe. 


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3.  'Twas  Chrift  who  freely  bore  them  home 
Upon  the  wings  of  love, 

And  the  fame  Chrift  I  feel  is  come, 
And  draws  my  heart  above. 

4.  The  Lord  would  gladly  have  me  join, 
And  with  them  freely  (hare, 

Chrilt  is  their  al),  and  he  is  mine. 
In  part  my  foul  is  there. 
HYMN    XXIIL—Thc  pilgrims  in  their  waj„ 

1.  V\7  E  pilgrims  Lord  implore  thy  hand 

"       To  lead  us  through  this  wretched  land, 
And  let  us  often  feel  thy  love, 
'Till  we  (hall  reach  the  realms  above. 

2.  We  need  thy  fpirit  here  below, 
Where  ftorms  from  the  dark  regions  blowy 
O  let  us  fee  thy  fmiling  face, 

To  cheer  us  on  our  chriftian  race. 

3.  We've  bid  me  world  and  all  adieu, 
And  hand  in  hand  will  thee  purfue  ; 
Infpire  each  heart  with  love  divine, 
To  tread  thofe  footfteps  Lord  of  thine. 

4.  We  feel  feme  times  a  glimm'ring  ray 
Of  thy  bright  fun,  immortal  day  -y 
Our  heans  awake,  and  long  to  be 

In  the  meridian  blaze  with  <hee. 

HYMN  XXIV.— Panting  f**  the  fpirit  of Gsdu    h*r 
the  mind  away. 

1.  T>REVTHEon  my  hear,  O  facred  Dove, 
*■*     And  let  me  feel  immortal  love  ^ 

Infpir'd  with  one  all-conq'ring  ray. 
Would  bear  my  cheerful  foul  aw^y. 

2.  With  joy  Pd  ltre:ch  life's  atfive  filings, 
To  mount  on  thy  celeftial  wing?, 

And  gladly  leave  thefe  difrral  cosfis 
To  reach  and  join  the  heav'nly  hods. 

3.  O  peaceful  realms  !  O  happy  home  ! 
Where  no  intruding  thought  (hail  con.*  Jj 
O  let  me  enter  the  full  ke:  e, 
Wuhout  a  cloud  to  intervene. 


237  HYMNS. 

HYMN    XXV.—Thefamt. 

1.  T   ORDGod  I  pant  for  thee, 
■"-^     For  thou  art  all  my  joy  ; 

I  feel  my  chains ;  but  would  be  free, 
From  all  that  doth  annoy. 

2.  Ail  earthly  joys  I've  loft, 
Nor  wifh  for  pleafures  here  ; 

I'm  like  the  reliefs  billows  tofT'd, 
Till  Jefus  doth  appear. 

3.  And  O  one  look  of  love, 
From  that  immortal  King, 

Caufes  my  greaieft  fears  to  move, 
My  heart  to  leap  and  fmg  ! 

4.  My  kingdom  is  begun  ; 
I  feel  the  heav'nly  reft  ; 

Jefus  my  Lord  the  fieUl  has  won, 
Tho*  but  in  part  pofTefs'd. 

5.  O  then  immortal  Dove, 
Lend  me  thy  rapid  wings, 

And  bear  my  reftSefs  foul  above, 
To  reign  with  priefts  and  kings. 

6.  There  where  my  Jefus  is, 
My  foul  afpires  to  be  ; 

I  afk,  O  God,  no  other  blifs, 

But  ever  be  with  thee. 
H  T  M  N  XXVL—The  chriftian  longing  to  k  nearer  hi* 

Father. 
I.  T\yt  Y  Father  muft  I  longer  be, 

■■•*-*     On  barren  climes  fo  far  from  thee  ? 
I  feel  myfeif  a  ftranger  here. 
And  feck  my  home  but  am  not  near, 
a.  If  I  amthne,why  mould  I  rove, 
So  far  from  thee  my  only  love  ! 
Yea  Lord  I  truft  my  foul  is  thine, 
But  O  too  far  from  realms  divine. 
3.  Lord  fpeak  and  bid  thefe  clouds  depart, 
Stir  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart ; 
And  ev'ry  hour  v,  bile  here  I  rove, 
Let  me  enjoy  eternal  luve. 


H    T   M   N    $.  *z% 

4.  Then  when  my  cxir  Lord  is  nigh, 
I'll  take  my  flight  bui  (hall  not  die  ; 
I  dy'd  to  (ii»  with  Chrirt  betore, 
In  him  I  live  and  die  nomore. 

NY  MN  XXVIL—Tht  Mefih  is  ante. 

1.  T~  HE  Prince  of  Peace  is  come, 

■■*       And  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  5 
Whoever  finds  him  room, 
He'll  take  their  guilt  away. 
Ye  fouls  diitreit, 
In  him  believe, 
And  you  flaall  live 
Forever  bleft. 

2.  This  is  «he  ilaughter'd  Lamb, 
Who  freely  fpills  his  blood. 

To  bear  the  linneis  (hame, 
And  bring  them  home  to  God  5 
Unbounded  grace 
To  finners  giv'n, 
And  foon  in  hsav'n 
Immortal  blifs. 

3.  Sinners  receive  his  love, 
And  let  your  fouls  rejoice* 

A  crown  of  life  above, 
For  all  that  hear  his  veice, 
O  flee  from  hell  5 
Enjoy  his  love ; 
In  realms  above 
Forever  dwell. 

4.  O  God  my  foul  diveft 
Of  ev'ry  pow'r  but  thiae, 

Thy  love  lhall  make  my  breai 
A  kingdom  fo  divine. 
When  time  is  o'er 
O  let  me  be 
Wrap'd  up  in  thee 
Forevermore. 


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HYMN   XXVIII.— Ths  cbrijlian  triumphing  in  God. 

1.  /^OD  is  my  only  friend, 
^~*     My  everlarting  ftay  ; 

Firm  will  his  love  and  friendfhip  ftand, 
When  funs  and  frars  decay. 

2.  Ah  what  a  friend  have  I, 
Thro'  all  this  vale  of  tears ! 

And  while  he  lives  I  cannot  die  ; 
Ln  death  my  life  appears. 

3.  O  God  what  can  I  fay, 
Of  fuch  unbounded  love  ! 

And  fhall  I  live  an  endlefs  day 

Wfth  thee  in  realms  above. 
3.  O  Jefus  all  is  well, 

Since  thouart  really  mine, 
I  (hall  with  thee  forever  dwell 

In  realms  of  life  divine. 

HYMN  XXIX Ike  fame, 

1.  r\  Jefus  (hall  I  ever  dwell 

^^  At  thy  bleft  feet  ?  thin  all  is  well  j 
There,  fhall  I  find  my  realm  of  peace, 
Where  wars  and  death  for  ever  ceafe. 

2.  There  is  my  psrtion,  there  my  choice, 
To  fee  thy  face  and  hear  thy  voice, 
And  there  forever  would  I  fing 

Sweet  anthems  to  my  God  and  King. 

3.  Pleas'd  with  my  feat,  and  my  employ, 
locreafing  in  immortal  joy, 

'Till  all  my  pow'rs  were  (tole  away 
In  raptures  of  immortal  day. 

4.  O  what  a  thought  !  and  fhall  I  be 
With  God  to  all  eternity  ? 

Brought  from  the  jaws  of  death  and  hell 
To  perfect  blifs  with  God  to  dwell. 

HYMN   xxx.—BoaJling  in  the  crofs  ofCbrift. 
J.  \^7"ELL,  fordid  minds  your  earth  purfue, 

*  V     And  court  your  empty  toys  $ 
1  bid  your  empty  (hades  adieu, 
And  boaft  of  (olid  joys. 


H    J     M    N    S.  24* 

2.  Swelling  with  pride  ye  think  it  fharne 
To  bear  the  Savioui's  crofs  : 

But  I  rnuft  glory  in  his  name, 
And  all  things  elfe  count  lofs. 

3.  Ye  think  the  ways  of  God  too  mean, 
For  you  of  earthly  fame  ; 

But  I  adore  the  Nazarene, 
And  glory  in  his  name. 

4.  And  whtn  the  glorious  morn  fhall  rife. 
Your  glory  finks  to  hell, 

I'll  mount  with  joy  above  the  fkics, 

And  in  full  glory  dwell. 
5    What  then  is  all  your  painted  (how, 

When  hurl'd  to  cndlefs  night } 
But  I  when  call'd  with  joy  mail  go 

To  everlafting  light. 
6.  Thus  I  will  boaft  of  Chrift  my  friend, 

Nor  court  a  (hare  with  you  ; 
Your  empty  pleafures  foon  will  end, 

But  mine  is  always  new. 
HYMN  xz%i. — The  chrifti*ns  have  eaufe  t$  rejoies  forever* 
J.  'HPIS  we  that  may  rejoice, 

A       And  fing  our  journey  through, 
We've  heard  the  Saviour's  charming  voice, 

And  bid  our  foes  adieu. 

2.  Once  we  were  Haves  to  fin, 
But  Jefus  fet  us  iree, 

In  him  our  life  and  joys  begin. 
And  where  he  is  we'll  be. 

3.  O  what  amazing  love  ! 
Himfelf  to  us  ha:>  giv'n, 

And  that  is  all  the  joys  above, 
For  Chrift  is  all  gui  heav'n. 

HYMN    XXXIL—For  the  morning 
I.  JJALL,  happy  morn  I  gladly  rife, 

With  thee  to  foar  above  the  fkies  ! 
With  Jefus  I'll  begin  my  race, 
Run  on  and  ling  redeeming  grace. 
.  And  hail  a  brighter  morning  near 


*4*  HYMN    m 

When  heavVs  great  fun  (hall  once  appear! 
a!)  funs  and  (tars  fhall  ceafe  to  fhine 
But  this  eternal  fun  of  mine. 
3.  Far,  far  from  interpofing  night 
Awake  in  uncreated  light ; 
My  raptur'd  foul  with  all  the  throng 
Shall  join  in  heavVs  immortal  fong. 

HYMN  xxxiii.— For  the  evening. 
I  .  /'"'OME  night  and  fpread  thy  fable  wings 
^  While  (lumbers  reft  thefe  mortal  firings ; 
But  not  in   deep  my  eyes  fhall  ciofe 
'Till  firft  in  Chrift  I  all  repofe. 

2.  My  foul  firft  in  thy  mantle  wrap, 
Dear  Lord,  and  then  in  fieep  I  drap  $ 
If  I  awake  thy  love  I'll  tell, 

Or  if  I  die  yet  all  is  well. 

3.  No  I  lhall  never,  never  die, 

But  leave  my  clogs  and  mouut  on  high, 
To  baik  in  heavVs  meridian  light 
Without  one  palling  gloom  of  night. 

HYMN  xxxiv. — The  chrifi-ians  choice  ani  finisM, 

1.  f~\  Lord  my  God,  thou  art  my  all 
*^     While  on  this  mortal  ihore  ; 

And  when  this  earthly  houfe  fhall  fall 
My  portion  evermore. 

2.  O  God  I  glory  in  my  choice, 
And  make  my  boaft  of  thee  ; 

When  can  I  hear  and  feel  thy  voice 
How  happy  Lord  I  be! 

3.  Immortal  joys  to  me  are  giv'n, 
I  drink  of  heav'nly  wine, 

On  earth  my.  foul  e,njoys  a  heav'n, 

For  Jefus  he  is  mine. 
5.  O  let  me  live  to  thee  alone, 

And  feed  upon  thy  love, 
•Till  1  lhall  bow  before  thy  throne, 

In  the  fweet  realms  above. 
5.  Eternal  anthems  I  (hall  fmg- 

Thro'  all  the  realms  of  peace  ; 


H    1     M    N    3.  242 

Amen  f  all  glory  to  my  King  I 
lis  name  (hall  never  ceafe. 

HYMN  XXXV.— The  cbriflian  beaming  in  Cod, 

1.  A  WAKE  my  foul  with  pieafine  fing, 
***     For  thy  Redeemer  reigns ; 

I'll  (bar  with  rap<urceon  the  wing, 
And  raife  imr.nonal  firains. 

2.  My  God  dclighfp  to  fee  me  flrorg 
Aid  claim  my  frat  in  heav'n  ; 

F.es  gra^e  alrnc  (I13II  be  my  fcr.g, 
H:s  love  is  freely  giv'n. 

3.  My  Jefns  loves  to  chear  his  voice, 
Aril  wipe  my  tears  away  ; 

And  I  (lull  yet  with  him  rejoice 
In  everlafring  day. 

4.  Angels  may  gaze  tc  fee  me  here, 
Brought  from  the  jaws  of  hell  ; 

But  I  lhall  in  their  glories  fh^e, 
AnH  vvi.h  their  Jefus  dwell, 

5.  They  have  no  worth  inefs  to  boaft, 
Nor  glory  bin  the  Lord  ; 

Then  furely  I  may  glory  meft, 
Fur  I  am  his  by  blood. 

6.  He  bought  me  and  will  c'aim  his  dee 
From  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  , 

And  I  will  plead  the  ranfome  too 
And  with  my  Matter  dwell. 

7.  He  loves  me  and  for  rnehathdyM, 
My  name  is  on  his  breaft  ; 

And  I  (hall  foon  triumphant  ride 
To  everlafting  reft. 

8.  I  love  the  Lord,  and  mufi  adore 
His  name  with  hesrt  and  voice  ;. 

Himfelf  I  W3n>,  I  afk  no  more, 

And  I  (hall  have  my  choice. 
HYMN  XXXV L— Delighted  \n  the  Lord,  And  hearing  his 

v*ice. 
I.   Ill  ARK  !  is  mv  Jefus  palling  by  ? 

•*••*     Meihinks  I  hear  him  fav 

y 


243  H    r   ll    N    s- 

44  Awake  aiife  thy  friend  is  nifcb, 

"Rejoice  and  come  away." 
1.  O  is  if,  is  it  Chrift  the  Lamb  ? 

And  does  he  call  fo;  me  ? 
I  c<  me,  c!ca»  Jefus,  glid'I  come, 

I  !o«g  io  be  with  <.hf.e. 
3.  Let  others  cboofe  ijie  chains  of  death 

And  uead  the  road  10  h.    , 
In  wifdem's  ways  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 

A nd  w  i .  h  m  y  J  e fo s  ci  well. 
4»  Let  monarehs  court  their  earthly  joys 
,  And  bcaft  their  crown?  beiow, 
I  count  them  all  bu*  empty  toys 

While  I  my  Jefus  know. 
5.  Chtiit  is  my  life,  my  joy,  my  love, 

And  everlafting  peace  ; 
He'll  be  my  ail  in  realms  above 

When  mortal  climes  (hall  ceafc. 
I1TMN  X XXV J L— Giving  up  ail  to  Gtdvtithjy. 

1.  T   ORD  thou  bait  beughtme  with  thy  blood, 
*-*     Now  I  am  thine,  thou  art  my  God  ; 

With  joy  I  give  myfelf  to  thee, 
Tot  time,  2nd  all  eternity. 

2.  Let  men  and  angels  bear  my  voice  ; 
All  creature?  u-nefs  to  my  choice; 
Nor  will  my  God  refufc  to  own 

A  match  that's  made  with  him  alone. 

f.  Jefus  with  b!obd  will  feal  my  name 
n  records  ol  immortal  fame  ; 
And  when  I  leave  this  mortal  more 
JTe'd  be  my  joy  tor  evermore. 

H  T  M  N    XXXFIIL—Tie  /ami. 
j.  f\  Give  me,  b;cflcd  Jefus,  give 

*~^     A  life  ihat  is  divine, 
That  I  may  always  near  thee  live, 

And  be  forever  thine. 
?..  This,  this  deai  God  is  my  defire, 

O  take  me  at  ; 

f/i)  pantiug  loul  doth  It  11 X  afyue 


To  live  »ne. 

^.  N  ari  I  have, 

To 

I  crave, 
■  add  ie'.t. 
4    '»  rids  are  dun*  ar..i  Jrofs, 

It  a)l  compart  to  thee  ; 
An  f  I  count  but  lofei 

Till  I  my  Jefus  fee. 
5.  ()  mount  my  foul,  an  J  foar  above, 

To  everlafting  day  ; 
While  raptuies  ol  immortal  love 

Bears  ev'ry  pow'r  away. 

HYMN    XXXIX.— Swing  away  with  lifs  dmni* 

1.  /^jNEfpark  O  God  of  he.iv'niy  nre 
^-^     Awakes  my  heart  with  warm  defire 

To  reach  ihe  realms  above  ; 
Immortal  glories  round  me  fhine, 
I  drink  the  nreams  of  joys  divine, 

And  fing  redeeming  love. 

2.  O  could  1  wing  my  way  in  hafte 
Soon  with  archangels  I  would  fcaft, 

And  join  their  fweet  employ  ; 
I'd  glide  along  the  heav'nly  dream, 
And  join  the*r  moft  exalted  theme 

In  trerlaltingjoy. 

3.  Too  mean  this  little  globe  for  me, 
Nor  will  I  e'er  contented  be 

To  feed  00  things  fo  vain  ; 
Its  greateittreafures  arc  but  drofc, 
Its  grandeur  ftort,  its  pleafures  cutft, 

Its  joys  all  mixt  with  pain. 
4..  But  refting  in  nay  Saviour's  arm-?, 
M)  foul  enjoys  tranfponing  charms 

And  everlamng  love  ; 
There's  life,  there's  joy  and  folid  peace  ; 
There's  friendihip  that  can  never  ceafc  5 

A  rock  that  cannot  move. 
5.  Soar  then  my  fouJ,  (ticich  cv'ry  thought, 


24-5  H    r-Af    N    S. 

To  reach  withi/i  the  heav'nly  court  ; 

Above  this  mortal  orb  ; 
There  let  me  with  archangels  rife, 
And  find  my  feat  above  the  fkies, 

Where  fins  no  more  difturb. 
6.  There  with  an  everlafting  band 
Of  kindred  faints  a!  God's  right  hand, 

My  happy  lot  (hall  be  ; 
To  four,  to  Ihout,  to  reign,  to  reft 
For  ever,  and  for  ever  bleft, 

With  thee1,  O  God,  with  thee. 

IJTMN  XL.—0»  filitudt  with  tht  prefencc  if  GOD; 
i.   ^HOULD  heav'n  command  my  mortal  Hate, 
*-*     To  dimes  where  human  face  ne'er  ihone, 

1  would  not  murmur  at  my  fate, 

If  there  I  iound  my  God  alont. 

2  Wubjoy  Tdipend  my  moments  there, 

s&g  jmdemy  lire  his  czic. 
And  ted  me  with  iramcrtal  food. 

3.  I'd  fpend  my  hours  in  themes  diviie, 
And  tafte  with  God,  and  he  with  me  .• 

And  while  I  fell  his  glory  mine, 
O  happy  mortal  I  fhould  be  ! 

4.  The  day  I'd  fpend  in  walking  round 
Ftom  hill  to  hill  with  Chrift  my  aid  ; 

The  ev'ning  on  the  moffy  ground, 
I'd  fafely  reft  beneath  his  fhade. 

5.  Jefus  would  guasd  my  flumb'ring  hours, 
And  in  the  morning  taifc  my  head 

To  fing  hispraife  through  groves  and  bow'rs*        r 
And  wait  the  ravens  tor  my  bread. 

6.  There  'till  my  laft  expiring  breath, 
I'd  freely  fpend  my  fleeting  days, 

'Till  srime  was  out,  and  welcome  death, 
Conclude  my  mortal  notes  of  praife. 

7.  Then  fhould  I  reach  the  realms  abov«, 
Where  Jefus  I  unveil'd  fhould  fee  ; 

To  fail  the  boundlefs  fea  of  love, 


H    Y    M    N    S.  246 

For  ever  happy  I  mould  be. 
8.  There  from  all  ftorms  and  labors  reft,       , 

Far  from  ihe  dark  abodes   of  night  ; 
And  with  my  God,  my  Jefus  prett, 

In  uncreated  realms  of  lighf. 

HTM.V  XLL—Cn  the  birth  of  Chrift. 
1.  J3  OUSE  all  ye  tenants  ot  the  earn  ! 

**•     Attend  your  great  Redeemer's  birth  i 

The  God  an  Infant  doth  appear : 
Rejoice  ye  Genales  with  the  Jews, 
Good  news,  good  new?,  good  news,  good  news 

To  every  nation  tar  and  near. 
t.   Hark!  hark!   methinks  the  angels  fing 
The  praifes  of  their  new-born  King, 

And  tell  the  great  Redeemer's  name  ; 
Fear  no?,C)  fliepherd?,  hear  the  voice, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice, 

And  fpread  your  glorious  Saviour's  fame. 

3.  Go  to  the  manger,  there  you'll  find 
The  Saviour  dwells  with  bru;al  kind  $ 

The  long  expecled  day  is  come  ; 
Glad  tidings  to  the  world  is  broughf, 
Fear  not,  tear  nor,  fear  not,  fear  no?, 

O  fhephcrds  make  your  Saviour  rqooi. 

4.  Mortals  anend  the  Prince  of  Peace  ; 
Let  all  your  hopeful  forrows  ceafe  ; 

Redeeming  love  is  at  your  door ; 
Curie  mourning  fouls  his  grace  receive  ; 
Believe,  believe,  believe,  believe, 
And  you  Onil  live  forevermore. 

'MNXLlL--GQD*irma& 
I.    Tl  Lord  is  mine, 

J      Fdi  ".  y.vr;  b:s  love ; 

I   h  s  divine, 

With  all  the  fain:s  above. 

be;' 

R .      c      : 


»47  H    r    M    N    $* 

That  knows  no  bound  nor  fpace. 

3.  O  what  .1  joyful  fligbr, 
Where  perfect  glory  reigns ! 

Among  tbe  children  of  the  iighf, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  pain. 

4.  O  happy,  happy  home, 
Where  joy  (hall  never  ceitfe  ! 

Not  fin,  ncr  death  (hall  ever  corns 
"  Whhin  the  realms  of  peace. 

5.  How  vaft  the  plea(ute*  be, 
Beyond  what  tor-gee  can  tell, 

V;  here  I  txptfl  ere  Song  to  be, 
And  with  Jehovah  dwell ! 

6.  On  himmy  foul  ihJi  gaze, 
With  wonder  and  delight  ; 

Where  glories  in  meridian  blaze, 
In  uncreated  light. 

7.  Ocan  it,  can  it  he, 

Tr  at  I  frail  e'er  be  one  ? 
Yea,  Lord  thmrgaye  thyfelf  to  rar, 
And  new  1  am  thy  own. 

8.  O  J'efitf  ihou  art  miae, 
My  joy  and  only  friend  ; 

Then  all  is  mine  at  d  I  am  thine, 

Fore  verm  ore,   A  hi  e  n . 

hTMN  XLIJL--A  foNg  *fpr*if«t%  Chrijl. 
1,   I^'OK  ever  bkfled  be  thy  name, 

*       O  worthy  Lamb'ofGoD  \ 
Who  did  cor  finking  world  reclaim, 

With  thy  moft  precious  blood. 
*.  Dearly  * ht  ii  bought  the  guilty  race, 

Wi  =  h  life  and  dea>.h  divine, 
That  we  through  thy  unbounded  grace, 

glory  fliine. 
3.  Ten   1  ,  ..'and  thoufands  fhall  adore 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
And  ine  with  thee  forevermore, 

In  peaceful  realms  above. 


H    T    M    N    3. 

HTMN    XLIV.— The  fane. 
I.  INTERNAL  praifcs  to  thy  name 

•*-i     O  Prince  of  Peace,  thou  wounded  Lamb, 

For  life  immortal  thro*  thy  blood  ! 
Our  leaping  hearts  O  God  rejoice, 
And  join  with  one  harmonious  voice 

To  fprcad  the  glorious  news  abroad. 
1.  But  Lord  increafethe  warm  defire 
With  facred  and  immortal  fire 

Thy  dying  wonders  to  proclaim  ; 
We  long  O  God  io  fpread  »hy  grace 
Thro'  all  our  poor  unhappy  race, 

That  ev'ry  tai4  may  know  thy  name. 
3.  Ride  forth  infbve,  O  God,  our  King, 
And  caufe  the  mourning  fouls  to  fing 

The  wonders  cf  thy  dying  love  ; 
And  lead  thy  tribes  by  thy  right  hand 
Safe  thro'  this  dry,  ihis  defer!  land, 

To  the  ce'eilial  realms  above. 

MTMN  XLV.—On  the  diftr.tst*£ledf*ints. 
i./^\  Happy  difentangled  fains 

^     Who've  rcach'd  the  peaceful  (hore, 
Far  from  their  fees,  and  ail  complaints, 

They  live  forever  more, 
a.  Chearful  they  tiead  the  blifsful  plain 

Oi  their  c-ernal  he  me  ; 
In  realms  of  perfect  glory  reign 

Where  cloudy  can  r  ever  come. 

3.  Nnw  they  enjoy  the  perieft  blifs 
They  panted  for  below  ; 

Ah  !  now  they  dwell  where  Jefus  is, 
Aid  he  is  all  they  know. 

4.  O  was  my  foul  once  landed  there 
I'd  bid  thefe  chains  crlieu  \ 

With  angels  in  their  glory  fhare, 
And  join  i!xir  anthems  »oo. 

HYMN    XLVL— The  fame. 
I.  HT  HINK  O  my  foul  ihcu  art  to  land 

*      Fre  long  in  heav'n  at  God's  right  hand, 


H9  H    T   M    N    5. 

Where  love  fliall  ev'ry  thought  employ, 
And  nothing  reign  but  perfect  joy. 

2.  Mount  up  and  count  thy  trial's  final  1", 
Ard  let  all  earthly  grandeur  fall 

As  duft  and  chaff,  and  empty  drof?, 
And  count  all  things  but  Jefus  lofs. 

3.  His  love  redeems  from  death  and  woe, 
And  makts  my  heav'n  begin  below  ; 
But  vaftly  more  his  love  difplays 
Where  they  behold  him  face  to  face. 

4.  There  ev'ry  foul  drii.ks  deep  in  love, 
While  foaring  thro*  the  courts  above  ; 
Their  happy  heme  is  that  pure  fea, 
Of  vaft,  ah  !  vail  infinity. 

5.  Gazing  with  pleafure  there  they  fail 
Where  perfect  biifs  can  never  fail 
Wrap't  in  the  nature  ol  the  Lamb 
They  fhout  the  wonders  of  his  name. 

6.  Attraction  glows  to  ev'ry  heart 
With  burning  love  that  cannot  part, 
While  all  as  one  the  armies  move 
Attracted  to  the  fource  ot  love. 

7.  Shouiing  they  foar  with  fweet  furprife, 
Their  anthems  (hake  the  arched  fkics ; 
Echo's  rcfound  thro'- all  ihe  plain 

In  one  harmonious  lofty  ftrain. 

8.  And  there  I  truft  to  bear  my  part 
Wrap'd  up  in  the  Redeemer's  heart; 
There  ravifhM  wkh  immortal  flame 
Refound  my  Saviour's  ialting  fame. 

HYMN XLVJL—Chrifi  the  thrift  um' J  chief gtsd. 
1.   *\  t  my  al:,G  Lamb  ot  God, 

Thy  love  is  i.fe  to  me; 
1  love  the  fweet  lj£JE  giving  word  ; 

I  love  to  walk  with  thee. 
a.  There's  nothing  elfe  can  give  me  reft, 

my  heart  rejoice; 

And  O  1  i*m  wifh  glory  bieft, 

When  I  can  hear  thy  voice. 


H  r  M  N   s.  25a 

,  Thy  love  expels  all  guilt  and  fear 
And  makes  me  cheerful  go  ; 
And  when  I  find  my  Saviour  near 
My  heav'n  begins  below. 

4.  O  might  I  ev'ry  moment  feci 
A  nearnefs  to  my  God, 

And  no  amufement  ever  fteel 
One  thought  re  rove  abroad  ! 

5.  Then  I  mould  more  of  Jefus  know, 
And  fpend  my  days  in  peace, 

And  hourly  triumph  o'er  my  woe, 
'Till  all  my  forrows  ceafe. 

HYMN  XLVUL—On  the  Dutj. 

1.  Vf/HERE,  what,  or  who,  art  thtu  great  Goi>, 

*  *       Whom  I  profefs  to  own } 
Ihy  works,  thy  fclf,  and  thine  abode, 
Mo  ft  known,  and  mod  unknown. 

2.  If  worlds  unoumber'd  as  the  fand 
Are  fearcn'd  to  find  thee  there, 

They're  but  (mall  traces  of  fume  hand 
Their  Maker  to  declare. 

3.  Afk  angels  where  this  God  doth  dwell 
(Tho'  wrap'd  in  him)  would  fay, 

u  Tis  not  in  all  our  climes  to  tell 
"Butjuft  fome  feeble  ray." 

4.  Not  found  by  mortal  hand  or  eye  ; 
In  empty  (pace  not  found  \ 

Not  time  nor  yet  eternity 
Can  reach  his  utmoft  bound. 

5.  Should  I  attempt  to  find  him  out 
By  philofophie  flrains, 

Still  far  beyond  the  reach  of  thought 
Unknown  to  me  he  reigns. 

6.  Angelic  realms  before  his  eye, 
Tho'  countlefs  they  may  be, 

So  much  like  nothing  all  would  lie 
Too  fmali  for  him  to  fee. 

7.  Yet  nothing  doth  in  being  dwell, 
Small  or  conceal'd  they  he 


25i  H   r   M    N    3. 

In  heav'n,  or  earth,  or  Tea,  or  hell, 
Bin's  naked  to  his  eye. 

8.  Immenfe  he  is,  and  leaves  no  void, 
All  nature's  in  his  hand; 

A  mil  ion  worlds  made  or  deftroy'd 
Are  as  the  ftmlleft  fand. 

9.  Good  God!  and  yet  within  thy  hand 
A  guilty  mote  1  rove  ; 

I  live,  I  move,  and  guarded,  (land 
Partaker  of  thy  love. 

10.  The  fmalleft  infects  that  are  m&ds 
Notic'd  and  guarded  be  ; 

And  hairs  of  my  unworhy  head 
All  numher'd  Lord  by  thee. 

11.  O  give  me  then  a  humble  place, 
Infpir'd  with  (acred  flame  ; 

A  large  partaker  of  thy  .grace 

To  found  thy  beuodlefs  fame. 
MJMN  XLIX.—Ths  chrijiian  Uok$ng  fwvHtrd  *nd  encour* 
aged. 

1.  \M  Y  fcul  leave  all  below, 
~s*-     And  banife  ev'ry  fe?r, 

For  foon  beyond  thefe  fcenes  of  woe, 
1  (hall  with  joy  appear. 

2.  My  Jefus  loves  my  foul, 
And  has  rny  fins  forgiv'n  ; 

Then  roll,  ye  fleeting  moments  roll, 
And  hand  my  foul  to  heav'n. 

3.  There  I  e'er  long  (hall  reft, 
Upon  the  peaceful  more  ; 

With  perfecl  joy  and  glory  bleft. 
And  fin  mall  vex  no  more. 

4.  'Twas  Jefus  on  the  tree, 
Gave  me  a  portion  there  ; 

O  happy,  happy  foul  I  be 
With  his  dear  fons  to  (hare ! 

5.  Since  Jefus  is  my  friend, 
My  portion  and  my  God, 

Soon  all  my  forrows  here  foal!  «nd, 


H   r  M    N    S.  25* 

And  beav'n  be  mv  abode. 
HYMN  L.—  A  mlnifltr  leaving  his priflt  to  go  ahnadwiih 
tkcgofptl. 

1.  \7"E  'hat  do  in  Jefus  dwell, 

■*•    Chri(tiar)  brethren  now  farewel  ; 
Part  in  peace,  and  part  in  love, 
Sing  and  prav  where  e'er  ye  rove. 

2.  Wipe  your  tears  snJ  leave  your  pains  ; 
Why  lament  wheri  Jefus  reigns? 

Tho'  in  body  v.  c  may  part, 
We  are  flill  as  near  in  heart. 

3.  Wa!k  with  Jefus  v,  hiie  below, 
Spread  his  name  where  e'tr  ye  go  ; 

the  bairles  of  the  Lord, 
Prefent  is  your  bleft  reward. 
jl.  It  10  diltant  lands  I  go, 
'Tis  the  jubilee  trump  to  blow : 
May  my  jefus  be  wi:h  thee, 
When  you're  well  remember  me. 

5.  When  I  near  my  Mailer  get  „ 
1  (hail  find  you  near  my  heart  ; 

We  (hall  often  meet  as  one 
Pleading  at  our  Father's  throne. 

6.  If  I  never  more  return 

Do  not  my  long  abfence  mourn  ; 
If  I  am  but  near  my  God 
AH  is  well  tho'  far  abroad. 

7.  God  is  cv'ry  where  the  fame; 
Let  us  part  and  fpread  h>s  fame  ; 
Soon  we'll  end  this  mortal  race, 
Then  all  meet  him  face  to  face. 

S.  There  where  (Thrift  oui  ".o'scr  reigns 
We  fhal!  jon  immortal  ftraim  ; 
Bafk  in  evcilafting  joy, 
Nothing  mall  our  peace  annoy. 
9.  Hallelujahs  then  our  fong, 
Sounding  diro'  the  countleft  throng ; 
(Thrift  our  Gcd  that  ioveiy  name 
£«  cur  everiiliing  theme. 


253  H    r   M    N    S. 

MX MN  LI.— COD  my  *IL 
I.  |S  (here  a  God  ?  and  is  he  mine  \ 

■*•     Yes,  fur  1  feel  the  tiuihs  divine  ; 
A  pleating  theme  (my  foul)  is  this, 
God  is  my  everlaftingblifs. 
%.  In  him  doth  all  perfection  dwell  ; 
Seraphs  his  wifdom  cannot  tell ; 
His  love  fo  great  it  muft  be  free, 
And  thus  his  goednefs  rcach'd  to  me. 

3.  He  reigns,  and  where  ?  within  my  heart  ; 
Nor  will  his  fceptre  e'er  depart  ; 

And  O  !  he  reigns  a  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Then  ceafe  ye  ftorms  of  fcrrow  cc.fe. 

4,  Within  himfclf  he  ever  lives, 
And  to  my  foul  that  life  he  gives  ; 
Enough,  my  God,  fince  I  (hall  lie 
One  in  the  fource  of  lite  with  thee. 
5   But  dare  I  foar  fo  far  away  ? 
Do  I  not  in  preemption  flray  ? 

No,  God  hath  faid  (he  (loop'd  fo  low) 
"  As  I  live,  ye  (hall  live  alfo." 

HYMN    LII Sweet  tntvtents  with  COD. 

I,  CVVEET  is  the  converfc  with  my  God, 

^     One  moment  on  the  heavVJy  ioad  ; 
And  fwcetly  glides  the  hours  away, 
When  cheer'd  with  one  immertal  ray. 
C.  Tho'  clouds  impend  and  ftorms  invade, 
The  mtrning  flar  is  (till  my  aid  ; 
Doth  clouds  expel  and  fees  dellroy, 
And  on  he  leads  me  (till  with  joy. 
3.  And  when  his  glories  round  me  mine, 
I  feel  the  raptures  all  divine  ; 
And  then  with  joy  my  foul  can  fay, 
My  partner  Jweetefis  all  my  way. 

HYMN     LIU—  Th:  h:rth  $f  Chrij 
I.  "LI  ARK!  glad  tidings  to  the  fhepherds, 

**     Joyful  news  the  angels  bring  ; 
God  himieli  in  rleih  has  entei'd. 
Jefus  is  the  new-born  Kirg 


H    r    M    N    S.  254. 

Kail  ail  glory,  hail  ail  glory, 

Let  the  whole  creation  fing. 
a.  Shepherds  (tart  from  midnight  (lumber*, 

Sec  the  glory  mining  round  ; 
Gazing  0:1  the  b'aze  they  wender, 

'Till  ihcvVe  prrjflrate  on  the  ground  ; 
Hallelujahs,  hallelbj 

By  the  feraphs  doth  refound. 

3.  "  Fear  not  fhepherds  faith  the  angels, 
u  Banilh  forrow  from  your  eyes  ; 

"  For  in  BsiMehenVscourfe  manger 

"  God  a  fpotlefs  infant  lie=, 
"  See  Jehovah,  fee  J;hovah, 

M  Veti'd  in  clay  below  the  vkies." 

4.  Hafte  away  ye  ea'lern  fi^e% 

Sec  the  (lar  proclaims  your  God  ; 
Fear  not  Herod,  iho*  he  r^ges, 

Sending  peals  of  death  ab.oad  ; 
Rachel  mourning,  Rachel  mourning, 

For  her  children  he  detlroy'd. 

5.  Sinners  roar,  and  faints  rejoices, 
At  the  great  Redeemer's  birth  ; 

Angels  join  their  cheerful  voces, 

Good  will  to  men,  peace  on  taith  ; 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Glory  in  the  Saviour's  binh. 
4.  '*  Let  all  people  have  falvaiion, 

Saith  the  heralds  hom  above; 
M  Sound  his  name  thro*  ev'ry  nation, 

41  Teach  the  world  redeeming  love. 
"  Go  ye  heralds,  go  ye  herald?, 

."  Spread  his  name  where  e'er  ye  rove.'* 
7.  Jefos  fpreau  thy  gofpel  glory, 

Save  poor  dying  fouls  from  hell ; 
Let  ail  na'ions  bow  before  thee, 

Love  thy  name  and  with  thee  dwell  j 
Halle  ye  heralds,  halle  ye  heral;!s  * 

Your  Redeemers  name  to  tell. 
IV 


«55  HYMNS. 

HYMN  LI V.— The  love  tf  Chrift,    and  finnen  lardet 
by  rt jetting  it. 

1.  r~  OULD  heavVs  eternal  grandeur  move, 
^     To  'hink  on  man  with  thoughts  of  io»e  ! 

O  wake  my  foul  this  goodnefs  view, 
And  bid  all  oilier  ihemes  adieu. 

2.  So  bound'efs  doth  his  goodnefs  reign, 
His  love  he  never  will  terrain  ; 
It  will  the  wo: ft  of  men  purfue, 
Doth  all  the  good  that  it  can  do. 

3.  This  love  sflum'd  our  mortal  frame, 
Our  guilt,  cur  for  rows,  and  our  fhame  5 
How  then,  O  mortals,  can  it  be 
But  this  eternal  love  is  fsee  ? 

4.  He  waded  thro' this  frownirg  earth, 
JE-ndur'd  the  pains  ot  hell  and  deah, 
Sure  then  the  fouls  that  go  to  hell 
JMuftrufh  againft  his  love  and  will. 

5.  Al!  thefe  that  turn  againft  this  love 
Will  focn  their  will  fo  harden  prove, 
That  there  is  nought  can  fik  them  lower 
Than  to  effer  his  goodnefs  more. 

6.  Thofe  that  dtfpife  grow  harder  0 i II ; 
Thofe  who  adhere  it  turns  their  will, 
And  thus  defpifcrs  in  k  to  hell, 
While  thofe  that  hear  in  glory  dwell. 

HYMN  LV. —Panting  ajter  Chrift, 
j.  "DEAR  me  O  thcu  immortal  Dove 
•*~'To  loi-k  within  the  realms  above, 
And  let  my  foul  a  moocm  be 
Wh.ete  I  may  Cbriit  my  glery  fee. 

2.  Unbounded  is  that  fea  divine, 
And  if  that  bleffcd  Chrift  is  mine, 
Why  may  1  not  be  borne  away 
To  fee  but  one  immortal  ray   ? 

3.  He  is  my  food,  why  fhou!d   I  flarve  ? 
He's  all   the  life  and  joy  1  have  ; 
Then  let  rr.c  O  my  Jesus  be 
Loft  in  thy  love,  wisu/d  up  in  thee, 


HYMNS.  2S5 

HYMN    \M\.—Alhu  to  all  but  Chrijl. 

1.  17  AIN  world  adieu  with  all  your  toys  ! 
*        I'.l  court  no  more  your  found  of  joys, 

Youi  pleafures  lend  to  hell  ; 
(>  c  ies  immortal  IM  purfue, 
An  I  bid  created  blifs  adieu, 

With  JefusI  muQ  dwell. 

2.  When  near  my  Jefus  I  am  blcfr, 
Hj  i<  my  lite,  he  is^my  relr, 

While  thro*  »his  world  I  rove  ; 
An  I  when  all  monal  joys  (hall  ceafe, 
He'il  be  my  life,  my  joy  and  peace, 

In  brighter  rea'ms  above. 

3.  He'il  give  me  there  a  glorious  feat, 
Where  all  the  heavYdy  armies  meet 

In  fvveei  unmingled  joy  ; 
In(tejd,of  everlafting  pain, 
In  cndlefs  glory  I  ihall  reign, 

And  ioes  no  more  annoy. 

4.  There  (hall  I  fee  him  face  to  face, 
And  (ing  the  wonders  of  his  grace, 

Far  from  the  fnares  of  hell ; 
Fron  all  thefe  clogs  I  (hail  be  free, 
With  my  clear  Jefus  I  (hall  be, 

And  in  his  befom  dwell. 

5.  In  thole  immortal  climes  I'll  join, 
With  bands  feraphic  all  divine, 

To  praife  my  bleeding  King  ; 
Wi'h  joy  I'll  tread  the  blifsful  plains, 
Where  (hours  ol  molt  exa'ted  ftrain3 

Make  all  the  arches  ring. 

6.  RavihYd  with  glory  and  delight 
(The  fun  and  njoon  beneath  my  feet) 

Wrap'd   in  a  facred  flame  ; 
Sailing  in  feas  of  periecl  joy, 
And  this  fhall  be  my  b!e(r  employ. 

All  wonhy  is  the  Lamb  I 


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HYMN    LVII.— The  chriflian  attracted  with  Gti's  l%ve%. 

1.  f\  What  a  biefl  iranfporting  ray 

^-^     Attracts  and  fleals  my  foul  away  ! 
It  is  my  Saviour's  voice  I  feel, 
Lord  give  my  foul  ih*  attraction  ilill. 

2.  Adieu,  ye  earthly  loves  adieu  ! 
I  feel  my  love,  and  mu ft  putfue  ; 
Ye  fepasating  walls  be  gone, 
And  let  my  chariot  wheels  roll  on. 

3.  Lord  Jefus  waft  me  on  my  way, 
I  pant  for  ever lafiing  day  ; 

Thefe  pow'rs  of  mine  (hall  reft  no  more, 
Until  I  reacli  thepeaceiul  more. 

HYMN  LVUl.—Nc  joy  but  in  Chrijh 

1.  f\  What  an  empty  toy 

V*     Are  all  thefe  "mortal  wilds  I 
But  O  what  lailmg  peace  and  joy 
Is  in  my  Saviour's  fmites  ! 

2.  Long  have  1  been  a  Have 
'  For  but  an  empty  found  ; 

But  O  what  pleafures  now  I  have. 
Since  I  have  Jefus  found  1 

3.  V\\  bid  adieu  to  earth, 
And  count  its  joys  but  vain  ; 

Let  me  enjoy  my  heav'nly  birth, 
And  with  my  Jtfus  reign. 

4.  Oihou  immortal  King 
Bear  thy  dear  child  away, 

Then  will  I  on  my  journey  fing 

Songs  of  eternal  day. 
HYMN  LIX.— 7  he  great  love  oj  Chrijl  iifpla/iin  hh  death 
I.     A,  S  near  to  Calvary  I  pafs 

-*"**     Mcihinksl  fee  a  bloody  crofs, 

Where  a  paor  viclim  hangs  ; 
His  rlefh  with  ragged  irons  tore, 
His  limbs  all  drefs'd  with  purple  gore> 

Gafping  in  dying  pangs. 
1.  Surpriz'd  the  fpedacle  to  fee* 
I  aik'd  who  can  this  victim  be, 


H    T   M    M   S.  *5l 

In  fuch  exqnifite  pain  I 
Why  thus  confign'd  to  woes  I  crv'd  J 
"  Tis  I,  the  bleeding  God  rep!>'d, 

4*  To  fave  a  worid  from  fin/ 

3.  A  God  for  rebel  mortals  dies  ! 
How  can  U  be,  my  foul  replies  I 

What  !  Jcfus  die  forme  1 
"  Yes,  faith  the  fuff'ring  Son  of  God, 
u  I  give  my  life,  I  fpill  my  b 

u  For  ihee,  poor  foul,  for  ihce." 

4.  Loid  fir.ee  ihy  lite  tbon'it  freely  giv'n, 
To  bring  my  wretched  foul  >o  heav  n, 

And  b'efs  me  with  thy  love  ; 
Then  io  thy  feef,  OGod,  I'll  fall, 
G:ve  thee  my  life,  rny  foul,  my  all, 

To  re;gn  with  tbre  above. 

5.  All  other  levers  I'll  adieu, 
My  dying  lover  I'd  put  foe, 

As  the  flaughtei'd  Lamb  ; 
M\  life,  my  Strength,  my  voice  and  day?, 
I  will  devote  in  wifdem's  ways, 
And  found  his  bleeding  fame. 

6.  And  when  this  toii'ring  life  Hull  ceifc, 
I'ii  leave  tnefe  mortal  climes  in  peace, 

And  foar  to  rea'ms  of  light  ; 
There  where  my  heav'nly  lover  reigns, 
I'd  join  to  raifc  immort*!  drains, 

All  ravifh'd  with  delight. 

HYiMN    LX. — Longing  for  the  victory  over  [utt 
I.     A  W  AY,  ye  earthly  charms  away  1 

"**     Ye  lead  my  wand'r.ng  mind  aftray, 
Difturb  my  joys,  and  break  mv  red. 
And  draw  me  from  my  Saviour's  breaft. 
1.  Jefus  fubdue  this  carnal  mind, 

0  may  I  leave  ihcfe  toys  behind  I 

1  long  to  find  my  fp;rit  tree, 

Thai  I  may  triumph   Lord  in  thee. 
3    There's  nod        J  vet 


2{*  H    T   M    N   $. 

Yet  fcr  a  fhadow  oft  I  rove  -r 

0  conquer  the  remains  ot  fin, 
And  let  thy  kingdom  reign  within. 
4.  Let  not  the  leaft  amufing  toy 
Draw  me  from  thee  my  only  jcy  ; 
But  fill  my  breaft  with  love  divine, 
I'll  know  nofceptre  Lord  but  thine 

HYMN  LX1 Thccbriflian's  irttftort. 

1.  f~\  What  amazing  love  is  this ! 
^  On  earth  I  tafte  immortal  blifs  ; 

1  feel  that  voice  that  is  divine, 

And  know  that  Jefus  Chrift  is  mine. 
1.  He  leads  me  on  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  feeds- my  foul  with  angels  food  ; 
My  foul  how  hee  his  goodnefs  flows ! 
His  bleeding  love  no  limits  knows. 

3.  .My  foul  hath  found  my  Chrift  to  day  \ 
i  feel  my  darknefs  done  away  \ 

His  pretence  made  my  bsrs  remove  ; 
And  O  1  tea  ft  on  heav'hly  love  ! 

4.  I  feel  my  fins  arc  all  forgiv'fl  ; 
This  is  my  Chrift,  my  all,  my  heav'n  ! 
3My  foul  begins  her  lifting  theme, 

All  glory  to  my  God,  the  Lamb  ! 

HYMN  LXII.— The  kingdom  oj [did 'within. 
l.l    ET  others  their  falva-.ion  reft 

■*--'     On  outward  forms,  or  diflant  heav'n 
I  want  God's  kingdom  in  my  brr-aft, 

And  there  to  feci  my  fins  forgiv'n. 
2>  Some  rnakc  their  boaft  of  cancel'd  fin, 

Before  the  worlds  or  they  Were  mad", 
While  flftl  they  have  a  hell  within, 

1.  m  a gi  ne  God  t  hei r  h'eav 'n  <  e        I . 

3.  White  others  think  forjne  law  fulfil'di 
By  Jefus  when  he  bled  anddy'd, 

Who  never  knew  fi  ;  ation  feai'ci, 
{-3  s  1  fe  or  death  to  them  applyfd* 

4.  While  others  do  their  fouls  deftroy, 
Who  vv'ait  for  death  to  find  a  heav'nfj 


H    T    M    N    S.  260 

Yet  Grangers  to  the  heav'nly  joy, 
Or  the  new  birth,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 

5.  But  I  can  trull  in  no  decree, 
Or  law  fulhTdbyJefusChrift, 

Bui  ;hat  which  works  a  birth  in  me. 
And  brings  me  to  the  gofpel  fcaft. 

6.  i  am  by  nature  dead  in  fin, 

My  loul  bound  down  with  heavy  chains  5 
Thrn  I  truft  have  my  Chiift  within, 
Or  e'fe  in  death  my  foul  remains. 

7.  I  have  a  hell  within  my  bieaft, 
For  there  is  all  my  weight  of  fin  ; 

Then  Chriit  can  give  my  foul  no  reft, 
Unlefs  he  gives  a  heav'n  wiihin. 

8.  My  Chriit  forbids  "  lo  here  or  there, 
"The  fecret  chamber  or  defert." 

And  then  he  doth  to  me  declare 

God's  kingdom  is  within  the  hearts 

9.  Then  in  my  hear:,  O  Jefu?,  reign, 
With  thy  bleft  kingdom  all  divir.e  ; 

Remove  my  death,  break  ev'ry  chain, 
And  Charge  my  nature  pure  as  thine, 

10.  Then  (hall  I  be  forever  bled, 
From  all  my  fins  and  forrows  tree, 

A  peaceful  kingdom  in  my  bread, 
■  And  I  forever  one  with  thee. 

HYMN  1X111— Soaring  after  C&rjftr 
I.   T>  1SE  heav'nly  fun,  wi;h  rays  divine, 
"     In  ibis  benighted  foul  of  mine; 
I  pant  for  one  immortal  ray  ' 
To  bear  my  reftlefs  foul  away, 
a.  1  feel  my  i-eaj?  in  love  with  thee, 
})■.'  bound  in  death, yet  would  Le  iree  5 
Chrifl  I  a!  a  drttance  view, 
ice!  a  ftruggliftg  to  purfue. 
3.  Thou  2ri  my  hie,  my  reft,  my  food, 
Mv  joy  and  evei!«i:.:ng  good  ; 
an  I  then  ed  be 

But  when  I  am,  O  Lord  wiih  thee  I 


i6i  H    T    M    N    S. 

4.  O  bear  my  panting  foul  above, 
Where  I  may  once  enjoy  my  love 
Without  thofe  clouds  for  to  annoy, 
Then  (hail  I  be  complete  in  joy. 

HYMN    L  XIV. —The  happmeCs  of  the  Chriftianf. 

1.  OOW  bleft  beyond  what  tongue  can  tell 
"■"^     Are  thofe  with  whom  the  Lord  doth  dwell  1 

They've  lite,  they've  peace,  they've  joy  and  reft, 
All  heav  Vs  engag'd  to  make  them  bled. 

2.  Thro*  all  this  world  where  e'er  they  rove, 
The  Lord  furrounds  them  with  his  love  $ 
They  often  drink  of  heav'nly  wine, 
And  feed  on  bread  that  is  divine. 

3.  Soon  will  they  land  where  Jefus  reigns, 
To  dwell  on  heav'n's  immortal  plains ; 
Perfect  in  everlailmg  blifs, 
For  they  will  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 

4.  My  foul  !  and  (hall  lever  fhare 
Among  the  faints  for  ever  there  ? 

Give  me  that  crown,  O  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thofe  boundlefs  joys  that  never  ceafe. 

HYMN  LXT/.— The  feuhevived  with  Cod's  love. 

1.  [VOW  can  my  foul  in  God  rejoice, 

*         I  fee!  my  Saviour's  cheering  voice, 
My  heart  awakes  to  fin;*  his  praif:, 
And  longs  tojoin  immortal  lays. 

2.  The  kingdom  of  my  Lord  is  come, 
This  day  I've  found  my  Father's  heme  ; 
O  might  I  iove  from  him  no  more 
Long  as  I  tre.d  'hif  mortal  (bore  ! 

3.  Hold  me,  O  Jefus,  in  thioe  armr, 

And  cheer  ire  with  immortal  charms,.  \ 

Till  i  awake  in  realms  above 

Forever  to  e  joy  thy  love. 

HYMN  LXVL—The  chrlflian  wants  no  more  than  Chrijf.   I 

1.  I    OKD  lince  ihou  phicVd  me  from  the  gu  , 

*  *-*     Andgavemy  foul  thy  bit  fled  felf, 

rTis  alii  w; 

In  thee,  O  God,   - 


H    2    M    N    3.  *62 

a.  1  feel  thou  had  my  fins  forgiv'n, 

Ami  often  tafte  a  glimpfe  ol  heav'n, 

My  foul  has  found  a  lafting  peace, 

Will  (land  when  all  thefe  worlds  ilia  11  ccafc. 

3.  In  Chrifl  1  feel  a  folid  joy, 

A  rock  which  hell  #an  ne'er  deftroy  ; 

My  tlays  of  joy  can  ne'er  be  o'er, 

For  Criiift  is  mine,  what  want  I  more  ? 

4.  Created  good  I  count  but  fmall  ; 
In  Jefus  I  poflefc  my  all  ; 

Long  as  I  know  that  Jefus  reign?, 
1  feel  his  love  my  life  mat mains. 

HY  MN    LXV II.— Chrifl  all  in  *IL 

1.  C^OD  is  my  all,  I  (eel  his  grace, 

*"-*     He  cheers  me  on  my  chrittian  racc> 

And  feeds  me  with  his  woid  ; 
Tea  thoufand  thoufand  worlds  are  fmall 
Compar'd  with  Chrift,  he  is  my  all, 

And  O  !  I  love  my  God. 

2.  Lord  thou  haft  gave  thy(e!f  to  me, 
Then  near  thy  footrtool  let  me  be, 

Rul'd  wholly  by  my  King  ; 
While  time  endures  I'll  walk  whh  God* 
And  fpread  his  glorious  name  abroad, 

And  in  his  triumphs  fing.  * 

3.  May  I  no  more  for  fake  my  friend 
Till  all  thefe  mortal  changes  end, 

And  I  lhall  leave  my  woe  ! 
O  happy  morn  when  1  fhall  be 
From  ev'ry  fin  and  forrow  free, 

And  home  to  Jefus  go  ! 

4.  My  foul  fhall  all  my  foes  furvive, 
And  ever  with  my  Jefas  live, 

In  heav'n's  immortal  blifs  ; 
My  foul  wrap'd  up  in  fwcet  delighf, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  pow'rs  of  nighf, 

And  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 


a6j  H    T   M    N    3. 

HYMN  LXVUL—A  fong  of  }r*ife  U  Chrijf. 

1.  |    ETuniverfal  plains 

•*-*     Awake  with  joy  to  fing> 
And  join  their  mo(r  exalted  ftrains 
Toiheir  immortal  King. 

2.  Had  I  ten  thoufand  tongues 
To  praife  my  Saviour's  name, 

Cheerful  I'd  ra:.fe  ten  thoufand  fongs       ] 
To  found  his  lafting  lame. 

3.  He  ftoop'd  beneaih  the  grave 
To  make  his  goodnefs  known  ; 

He  dy'd  the  wretched  world  to  fave, 
And  bare  our  guilt  alone. 

4.  Freely  he  fpilt  his  blood, 
And  gives  his  love  as  free  ; 

Then  take  my  heart,  O  Lord  my  God, 
And  give  this  love  to  me. 

5.  May  I  thy  goodnefs  ling, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  love, 

'Till  I  awake  wish  God  ray  King, 
In  the  fweet  realms  above. 

HTMN  LXIX.—Dcfiring  f»  be  hi  hy  Chrijf. 

1.  T    EAD  me,  O  thou  immortal  Dove, 

*-*     In  peace  while  thro'  this  world  I  rove  j 
And  Je*  rnc  always  feel  a  ray 
Oi  light  from  thine  eternal  day. 

2.  When  thou  art  nigh  my  foul  is  well  y 
I  feei  what  tongues  can  never  tell ; 
Sweet  peace  and  joy  that  is  divine, 
Heals  and  tranfports  this  (oulof  mine. 

3.  I  *fk  no  joy  but  in  my  Chrift  ; 
Let  tne  no  other  pleafures  taite  ; 
And  O  !  my  Jefus,  dwell  with  me, 
And  where  thou  art  there  let  me  be. 

4.  I  know  thy  goodnefs  is  fo  great 
To  dome  good  is  thy  delight  ; 
Thine  arm  of  love  thou  wilt  employ 
To  lead  my  foul  to  perfect  joy. 


H    T   M    N   S.  264. 

HYMN  LXX.^A'ways  h*ffy    when  Chrifi  is  enjoyed. 

1.  X1LJ  Hfc.N  I  enjoy  the  lo\e  ot  Chrifr, 

*  *        I'm  blelt  where  e'er  I  go; 
My  weary  foul  enjoys  a  reft, 
And  lofes  all  her  wo. 

2.  When  I  am  iry'd  he  bears  my  grief. 
And  dosh  my  taes  ckftroy  ; 

When  m  diftrefs  he  brings  relief 

With  his  immortal  joy. 
If  I  in  dillant  lands  ihould  dwell, 

Rtmue  from  human  face, 
Yei  with  my  Chrilt  I  mould  be  well, 

And  triumph  in  his  grace. 

4.  Ii  I  mould  lofe  my  mora!  breach, 
Yet  finding  Jefus  nigh. 

My  foul  would  triumph  over  death, 
tor  I  thai!  t  ever  die. 

5.  Wlen  all  ihefe  worlds  fhall  be  no  more, 
And  flars  fhail  cesfe  to  mine, 

My  kingdom  Hands  forever  fuie; 
For  Jtfus  Chritl  is  mine. 

6.  And  O,  this  bieffed  Chrift  is  mine  ! 
Then  what  can  I  have  more  ? 

I  (hall   wish  him  in  glory  fh.ne 

When  dorms  are  a  1  blown  o'er. 
fiYiWN  LXXL—F  anting  after  the  full  enjoyment  of  GtJ. 

1.  OLEST  morn  when  I  fnall  land 
*-*     With  all  she  faints  above  ! 

I  feel  my  feat  at  Chriit's  right  hand, 
When  I  can  find  his  love. 

2.  In  Chrift  lam  fobleft, 
To  have  my  portion  there  ; 

I  often  feel  that  heav'nly  reft, 
While  I  am  trav'ling  here, 

3.  1  fcon  mail  foar  and  fing 
In  everlafting  joy  ; 

The  love  and  beauties  of  my  King, 
Shall  ev'ry  thought  employ. 

4.  There  in  immortal  btacm, 


s65  HYMNS. 

My  Jefus  I'll  adore, 
And  love  the  band  that  brought  me  home 
To  live  forevermore. 
NY  MN    LXXIL— Drawn  by  the  /out  ofChrif. 

1.  TJOW  great  thy  love,  O  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
^•-^     Nor  can  thy  goodnefs  ever  ceafe  ; 

What  can  my  heart  or  paffions  do, 
If  un^fTecled  with  thy  love  ? 

2.  Thy  love  from  the  celeflial  plains 
Sroop'd  to  the  earth  to  bear  my  pains ; 
Thy  love  redeemed  my  foul  from  hell  ; 
Thy  love  makes  me  in  glory  dwell. 

3.  No  other  leve  my  foul  would  know, 
But  that  which  doth  from  Jefus  flow  ; 
Away  ye  bars,  ye  rocks  remove, 

And  give  me  room  for  Chrift  my  love. 

4.  Revive  in  me,  Q  love  divine, 

That  heart  and  kingdom  which  is  thine  ; 
When  time  is  done  bear  mc  away, 
O  love,   to  everlafling  day. 

HYMN  LXXIU.—JttratleJwith  the  thoughts  of 'the full 
enjoy  ment  of  Cod. 

1.  f~\  HOW  the  thought  attracts  my  heart 
^     That  I  fhould  or.ee  awake  with  Go©, 

Clouds  from  my  foul  for  ever  part, 

And  feaft  with  angels  round  his  board  ! 

2.  How  fhould  I  fail  the  peaceful  fhore 
In  feas  of  everlalfing  love  ! 

With  Jefus  reign  for  evermore 
In  thofe  eternal  realms  above. 

3.  There  fcenes  of  endiefs  p'eafures  rife, 
And  ioul-tranfporting  wonders  roll, 

While  Chrift  allures  my  wondYmg  eyes, 
And  tranfports  all  my  a£livcfoul. 

4.  There  with  the  winged  hofts  I'll  foar, 
Infpir'd  with  an  immortal  flame  ; 

My  pow'rs  incrcafc  for  evermore, 
While  gazing  on  the  worthy  Lan&b. 


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JJYMNVXXIV.—Chrifl's  death  declares  his  love  is  free. 

1.  'HPW  AS  love  without  a  boond  01  ihore 

*       That  brought  Jehovah  down  i 
If  I  believe,  he  wants  no  more 
To  brin^  me  to  the  crown. 

2.  Behold  :fce  Tinners  friend  appears 
Among  the  guilty  race! 

His  birth,  his  life,  and  dea:h  declares 
Free  and  unb3und«d  grace. 

3.  But  unbelief  where  e'er  it  reign?, 
Rejedis  this  boundlefs  love  ; 

And  it  retain'd  fo  'ncreafe  the  chains 
The  foul  ean  never  move. 

4.  Had  God's  e'err.al  love  abound, 
Or  pariial  love  had  reign'd,' 

My,  foul  would  never  mercy  fuund,' 
But  in  my  fins  reooain'd. 

5.  To  Chriit  who  fpreads  his  love  fo  free 
Doth  encliefc  pniie  belong  ; 

And  O  !  his  boundlefs  love  mall  be 
The  fsinis  eternal  fong. 

HYMN  LXXV.—The  tfiriftians  triumph. 

1.  A  LL  hail,  incarnate  lover  hail  ! 
^*     Thy  mighty  arm  of  love 

Shall  over  all  our  loes  prevail, 
And  give  us  crowns  above. 

2.  Thou  died  Almighty  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  tailed  death  and  hell, 

That  forrows  might  forever  ceafe, 
And  we  in  glory  dwell. 

3.  Soon  we  (hall  in  full  glory  ride, 
Like  conquerors  divine  ; 

With  thee  out  Captain  at  our  fide, 
And  ail  the  glory  thine. 

4.  We'll  fing  the  conqueftoftny  death, 
And  triumph  over  hell  ; 

Increafing  in  immortal  birth, 
While  we  in  glery  dwell-. 
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5.  There  Wafted  on  the  wings  oi  love, 
Lofe  all  the  fenfe  of  pain  ; 

All  manfion'd  in  the  realms  above 
Shall  with  Jehovah  reign. 

6.  OJefus  hail  !  all  glory  thou, 
Who  did  the  world  reftore  ! 

Let  ev'ry  world,  and  fyftem  bow 
Thy  go<  dnefs  to  adore  I 

HYMN  LXXVL—Ththtlteving  Hebrew. 

1.  CHOUT  brethren  for  the  Lord  hath  breke 
^The  fatal  bands  of  Pharoah's  yoke  i 

Our  fouls  have  left  the  flavifh  ground, 
And  now  to  Canaan's  land  are  bound. 

2.  God  hath  deftroy'd  by  his  high  hand 
Both  horfe  and  rider  in  the  fand  ; 

And  we  with  Miriam  will  fing 
JHghry  to  the  Hebrew's  King. 

3.  He  dill  will  make  our  toes  to  fall ; 
He'll  be  our  Captain,  ftrength  and  all  5 
Our  Jefus  leads  us  by  his  hand 

For  10  polTefs  the  promis'd  land. 

4.  Then  let  us  tread  thedefert  thro', 
Bid  ail  our  loves  and  tears  adieu  ; 
A  fire  by  night  fhall  lead  our  way, 
And  a  bleR  cloud  oi  love  by  day. 

5.  Chrjil  is  the  ftream  fhall  us  purfue, 
And  cheer  t>s  all  «be  dtfert  through  ; 
YY'e  are  furrounded  with  his  love, 
Ar.d  feed  on  manna  from  above. 

6.  Let  unbelief  no  more  be  known, 
And  ev'ry  trurm'ring  thought  be  gone, 
If  we  the  God  of  truth  believe 

We  (lull  go  in,  the  crown  receive. 

7.  O  1  hou  immoral  Hebrew's  King, 
Thy  name  with  joy  we  gladly  ling-, 
Thou  bought  ihy  tribe?  with  blood  divine, 
And  now  we  are  for  ever  ihine. 


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HYMN  LXXVII.—Th:  wonders  in  ChrifPs  death. 

1.  LJOW  va(t  Moriahis  thy  load  ! 

Enormous  guilt  !  a  bleeding  God  ! 
See  heav'n  and  hell  upon  the  tree  ; 
A  Saviour  dies  and  lives  for  me. 

2.  A  God  in  agonies  of  death, 
And  for  his  foes  refigna  his  breath  ; 
Behold  him  cruih'd  beneath  my  guilt, 
Un'il  his  vital  blood  isfpilt  ! 

3.  But  O !  I'm  lolt  !  how  csn  it  be, 
Jehovah  fuffjrs  this  fur  me  ? 

O  yes,  fo  boundlefs  was  his  love, 
He  dies  to  bear  my  foul  above  1 

4.  Away,  all  other  loves  away, 
And  mount  my  foul  to  the  bright  day 
Where  love  immortal  (hall  inflame. 
My  ravifh'd  heart  topraife  the  Lamb. 

HYMN    LXXVII.—Chcofmg  Chrifl, 
i.TjERE  gladly  at  thy  feet  I  fail, 

*"-**My  God,  my  king,  my  friend,  my  all, 

And  there  1  choofe  my  hfting  feat  ; 
Art  thou  not  all  my  portion  Lord  ! 
Do  not  I  count  thee  my  reward  ? 

Is  not  my  glory  at  thy  feet  ? 

2.  Dots  net  my  fpirit  long  to  be, 
With  all  my  pow'rs  bound  up  in  thee, 

With  bands  of  everlaTmg  love  ? 
I'd  live  with  thee  while  time  mould  roll, 
Then  praife  and  love  with  all  my  foul, 

In  the  cernal  realms  above. 

3.  Tho'  here  my  foes  befet  my  way, 
And  often  lead  my  foul  afrray, 

Yet,  Lord,  thou  know'ft  I  love  thee  dill  ; 
Nor  can  I  think  that  I  am  bleft, 
Or  ever  find  a  moment's  reft, 

But  when  my  Father's  love  I  feel, 

4.  O  let  me  ever  fee  thy  face, 

And  feel  thy  love,  and  fmg  thy  grace, 
Long  as  I  (read  this  mortal  (here  j 


269  H    T    M    N    S. 

Then  when  I  fake  my  happy  flight, 
I  fin  II  awake  in  realms  ol  light, 

And  part  from  thee  my  God  no  more. 
HXMN  LXX1X.— Longing  to  bemtre  in  lovt  witk  Ckrift. 
"lESUS,  my  Lord,  I  thirit  f»r  thee  ; 
J      Wrap'd  in  my  love  my  foul  would  be  ; 
DefcendO  thou  immortal  Deve, 
And  fill  me  with  the  Saviour's  love. 

2.  With  zeil  I  would  my  Chrift  purfue, 
And  bid  created  joys  adieu  ; 

Nor  can  I  give  my  fpirit  reft, 
•Till  fully  in  his  love  I'm  bled. 

3.  O  Jefus  lead  me  on  my  way, 
'Till  I  fkall  reach  eternal  day  ; 
Let  trie  attraction  of  thy  love, 
Bs^r  me  away  to  realms  above. 

4.  There  in  th'oie  fcas  of  joy  divine, 
My  foul  (hail  in  full  glory  thine  ; 
Gaze  on  thy  beauty  and  adore, 

My  God,  my  rM,  forcycrroore. 

HTTMN  LXXX.—Mtunt  Pifg*k 

1.  i^T  OW  on  the  borders  of  our  land, 
*^»      We'll  raife  a  cheerful  voice  ; 

And  while  our  fouls  thus  gazing  fland, 
Let  every  heart  rejoice. 

2.  We'll  trim  our  lamps  with  grace  divine* 
And  wait  our  bridegroom's  call.; 

We  (hall  with  him  in  glory  (hinc, 
Where  he  is  all  in  all. 

3.  We  are  his  bride  redeem'd  with  blood. 
And  feafd  upon  his  brenft  ; 

And  foon  he'll  take  us  home  to  God, 
To  be  forever  Ueft. 

4.  And  when  we  hear  our  Maftcr  call, 
We  will  wi;h  joy  obey  ; 

For  Jefus  is  our  all  in  all, 
Thin  why  faouid  wc  deiay  ? 

5.  O  what  tranfporting  fcencs  of  jay 
Shall  open  to  our  view  ! 


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E'ernal  anthems  our  employ, 

In  joys  forever  new. 
6.  Think,  fellow  pilgrims,  what  delight 

Sha'l  ravi;])  ev'ry  heart  ! 
Wifh  Jefus  in  .he  realms  of  light, 

Where  we  (hall  never  part. 

HYMN  LXXXL—Unging  for  more  love. 
i.    TESUS  I  love,  and  him  adore. 

J      But  O  I  tain  would  love  him  more  ; 
My  panting  hesrt  would  fain  be  free, 
And  nothing  love,  O  Chrift,  but  ihee. 

2.  When  I  his  ftoop  for  man  review, 
And  think  for  me  he  fufTci'd  too, 

I  gaze,  I   love,  and  I  adore, 
Yet  wonder  why  I  love  no  more. 

3.  When  I  enjoy  a  heav'nly  ray 
1  feel  my  foul  is  borne  away, 

Yet  when  I  o'er  his  goodnefs  rove, 

Why  am  I  not  wrapM  up  in  love  ? 

4    I  often  feel  that  Chrift  is  mine 

And  drink  at  times  the  heav'n-ly  wine,# 

Yet  Lord  I  wonder  I  can  be 

So  carelefs  and.fn  far  from  thee. 

5.  Well  fince  my  foul  belongs  to  God, 

I'll  triumph  on  the  heav'nly  roai  ; 

Trufting  ere  long  to  take  my  flight 

To  jo;n  the  fon*  of  perfect  light. 

HTMN  LXXXIL—No  feliowfhip  with  Chrift  if  the  world. 

1.  V7"E  ear: lily   fcenes,  an  eu:pty  boaft, 

■*•       I  b^  your  toys  adieu  ! 
I  never  csn  enjoy  my  Chrift 
While  I  yur  charms  purfue. 

2.  When  worldly  cares  perplex  my  mind, 
Or  earthly  charms  allure, 

Noihiny  bin  fcenes  of  death  I  find, 
And  conftant  (forms  endure. 

3.  But  when  pay  Jefus  I  enjoy, 
rho*  earih  and  hell  ihould  frown, 

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I'm  well,  and  count  the  world  a  toy, 

For  I  poiTefs  a  crown. 
4.  Then  let  the  world  go  well  or  ill, 

If  I  keep  Rear  my  Chrift  > 

I  need  not  tear,  tor  all  is  well, 

And  ev'ry  trial  loft. 

HYMN  LXXXI1I.— Soaring  after  joys  divine. 

1.  T  ORD  I  can  live  on  hufks  no  more, 
*~*     I  pant  for  joys  divine  ; 

My  foul  to  realms  of  blifs  would  foar, 
And  drink  of  living  wine. 

2.  O  tor  thy  wings  immortal  Dove, 
To  reach  <hofe  climes  of  blifs  ! 

Soon  would  I  folace  in  thy  love, 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 

3.  There  would  I  drink  immortal  joy, 
And  in  full  glory  blaze  ; 

-Tranfporting  themes  be  my  employ, 

Whi'e  on  mv  God  I  gaze. 

HYMN  LXXXIV.— be  firing  no  portion  but  Ckrift. 
I.  j\;0  portion  Lord  do  I  defire, 

*■     Nor  for  no  other  joys  afpire, 

But  thee  my  Chrift,  thou  worthy  Lamb  ; 
From  other  lo\esI  ihoiild  be  free, 
At  d  know  no  life  nor  joy  but  thee, 

And  fper.d  my  days  to  found  thy  fame, 
ft.  My  God  inflame  me  with  hy  love, 
Give  me  the  meeknefs  ot  the  dove, 

And  eyes  divine 'hat  I  may  tee  ; 
Earth's*  grandeur  I  efteem  but  drofs, 
To  win  the  glories  ot  thy  croft, 

And  live  my  Jefus  tear  to  thee. 

3.  And  O  !  when  I  fhall  once  arife 

e  ia;r  realms  abo  c  \hc  fkies 

Then  mall  I  fee  thee  lace  to  face  ! 
From  all  l.h'efc  florins  my  foul  fhall  reft, 
Ard  lean  open  thy  fa.: red  bitaft, 

And  thou)  the  wonders  of  thy  gracs. 

4.  There  fhall  I  drink celeftjalAreamf, 


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And  bafk  inheav'ns  immortal  beams, 

With  joy  and  vigour    all  divine  ; 
There  all  the  htav'nly  armies  fing 
Immortal  honours  to  their  King, 

And  all  as  one  in  glory  (bine. 

HYMN  LXXXV.—Cod  all  in  alL 
i.    TESUS  my  God  is  mine, 

J      And  1  have  known  his  love  ; 
Soon  I  (hall  fwim  in  joys  divine, 

With  all  trte  faints  above. 

2.  There  I  (hall  ever  be, 

(Thro*  God's  unbounded  grace) 
And  drink  trom  that  eternal  fca 
Of  joy  and  perfe6l  blifs. 

3.  There  is  no  (hades  of  night, 
Where  I  with  God  (hall  reign  ; 

But  beams  of  uncreated  light 
Spread*,  o'er  the  heav'niy  plain. 

4.  How  vaft  thofe  pleafures  be, 
Beyond  what  tongue  can  tell, 

Where  I  expedl  ere  long  to  be, 
And  with   my  Jefus  dwell  ! 

5.  Becaufe  my  God  is  good, 
I  have  a  portion  there  ; 

And  fince  he  wafh'd  me  in  his  blocd, 
I  ihall  with  angels  (hare. 

6.  f  know  he's  ail  my  joy  ; 
I  affc  no  other  food  ; 

His  name  (hall  be  my  whole  employ, 
And  everlafting  ge-od. 

7.  Jefus  fince  thuu  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  joy,  and  friend, 

Lef  everlalting  praife   be  thine, 

My  foul  can  fay,  Amen. 
UrrtNLXXXVl—AJenfe  of  being  for  ever   vith  Ckrift 

furmnnts  ail  tht  trials  oj  the  way. 
1.  C\  Can  it  be  that  1  (hall  land, 

w     One  day  with  al!  the  faints  above, 
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In  his  unbounded  fea  of  love  ! 

2.  This  makes  me  face  a  frowning  world, 
And  bid  their  charms  and  fears  adieu  ; 

Soon  from  their  r3#e  I  (hall  be  cali*d 
Where  joys  divine  are  ever  new. 

3.  Thus  I  could  triumph  over  death, 
And  take  with  joy  my  lair  remove, 

When  I  can  feel  the  heav'nly  birth 
R.fing  in  everlafling  love. 

4.  O  happy  hour  to  take  my  flight  I 
From  all  remains  ol  death  and  fin! 

To  reign  in  th  >fe  fweet  realms  of  light 
Where  dea'h  nor  fin  will  ne'er  be  feen, 

5  Some  times  I  feel  my  portiou  there, 
And  find  my  Jefus  in  my  heart, 

Then  I  triumph  o'er  all  my  tear 
And  bid  ail  earthly  charms  depart. 

6  Li  heav'n  my  only  joys  fliall  be  ; 
I'jl  have  no  o;her  peace  nor  reft  ; 

There  (harl  I  reign,  O  God,  with  thee, 

With  all  I  wan»  for  ever  bleft. 
HYMN  lxxxvii. — No  reft  for  the  chrijlian  ivithtuiChrifi' 

1.  j^INNERS,  O  God,  wiihbuLa  toy 
^     Can  laugh  and  be  amus'd  and  fing, 

£u?  it  I  do  not  thee  enjoy 

To  me  their  joys  are  but  a  fting. 

2.  Since  I  have  known  redeeming  love, 
And  found  immortal  pltaftue  fmil'd, 

What  e'er  I  do,  uhere  e'er  I  rove, 
All  other  joys  to  rre  ate  fpoil'd. 

3.  I'll  bid  aeated  blifs  adieu, 
And  never  ,-fk  a  portion  there, 

While  1  thefnurce  of  joys  purfue, 
And  in  immoral  glories  glories  (hare. 

4.  I  afk  no  lie,  O  Chrtfr,  but  thee, 
Nor  would  I  count  ano  her  love; 

But  where    huu  art  there  1  rniiO  be, 
I  can't  confent  from  ihee  10  move. 


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HYMM  ixxxviil.—  Jfirtg  ofpralfe  itthe  Redeemer, 
I.     A  WAKE,  awake  ten  ihoufaftd  tongues, 
•*  *•  And  raife  your  moft  exalted  fongs 

Around  the  great  incarnate  name  ! 
While  heavY.ly  love  your  breafts  infpire. 
Let  worlds  above  in  facred  lyre 

Refound  his  everlalting  fame. 
1.   Ye  that  have  reachM  the  immortal  plain* 
Roufe,  roufe  your  moft  exalted  (trains 

And  bend  your  fceptres  round  his  throne  5 
Tell  how  ht  threw  his  glory  by,  » 

With  pity  ftoop'd  below  the  fky, 

And  made  his  love  to  mortal?  known. 

3.  Tell  how  he  bow'd  his  glorious  head 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

And  felt  tbe  pangs  of  bell  and  death  j 
What  forr«ws  did  his  foul  fuftain 
When  he  endur'd  the  Tinners  pain, 

And  groan'd  his  laft  expiring  breath  1 

4.  Sing  how  the  mighty  conq'ror  ffcfe 
Triumphing  over  all  lis  fees, 

And  trampled  death  beneath  his  feet  5 
Lift  up  your  heads,  O  Adarfe's  race  ! 
And  fhout  the  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 

For  you  he  fills  the  mercy  feat. 

5.  Whoever  will  msy  mount  above, 
There's  none  excluded  from  his  love, 

But  ihofe  who  choofe  the  way  to  hefl  ; 
Hear  mcr:a!s,  hear  the  Saviour's  voice, 
Believe,  and  in  his  love  rejoice, 

And  in  eternal  glory  dwell. 
HYMN  Lxxxix.—Heavex  enjyed  tn  the  tartl\ 

1.  C\  The  fweet  glimpfes  «f  thy  face, 
^     My  Jefus  and  my  love  ! 

When  I  can  teel  thy  boundlefs  grace 
I  taftc  the  joys  above. 

2.  Thou  art  the  fource  of  heav'nly  blifs 
And  angels  chief  delight ; 

And  where  thou  art  there  g?ory  is 


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To  all  the  fons  of  light. 

3.  And  (ince,  O  God,  that  life  divine 
Thou  to  mv  foul  haft  ^iv'n, 

When  I  can  leel  ihy  g'ory  fhine 
My  foul  enjoys  a  heav'n. 

4.  Thyfelf  is  all  the  heav'n  I  want ; 
But  when  a  glimpfe  I  leel, 

My  foul  for  freedom,  Lord,  doth  pant, 
That  fhe  may  drink  her  fill. 
HYMN  xc, — Feeling  fome  revivals  of  life  div'wr* 

1.  A  RISE  my  foul  and  foar  away, 

•**■     I  hear  my  Saviour's  charming  voice  ;. 
And  when  I  feel  but  one  fmall  ray 
It  makes  my  panting  foul  rejoice. 

2.  And  is  my  bleiled  Jefus  nigh  ? 
And  art  thou  calling  Lord  for  me  ? 

Yes,  for  it  lifts  my  foul  on  high, 

And  makes  me  long  with  him  to  be. 

3.  My  foul  this  charming  voice  purfue, 
Nor  ever  from  tfcy  leader  rove, 

Till  thou  fhalt  bid  thefe  worlds  adieu, 
Awake  and  fwim  in  boundiefs  love. 

HYMN  xci.—Surprifed  at  God's  love. 

1.  pOR  me  dear  Saviour  haft  thou  bled  ? 
*       Ah  !  Lord,  I  feel  thy  love  divine  j 

Yea  thou  haft  raifc'd  me  from  the  dead, 
And  gave  my  foul  a  life  with  thine. 

2.  O  what  a  thought  !  furpris'd  I  be, 

That  God  iliould  ftoop  from  realms  above, 
And  die  to  give  a  wretch  like  me 
A  manfion  in  his  boundlefs  love. 

3.  Imprefs,  O  thou  eternal  King, 
Thefe  tiuths  of  love  on  all  my  foul  ; 

Thy  name  I  will  with  wonder  fing 
When  mortal  worlds  (hall  ceafe  to  roll. 

4.  Q  how  tranfported  I  (hall  be 
When  I  am  quit  from  all  but  love  ! 

My  God  and  (hall  I  reign  with  thee 
In  thine  eternal  realms  above  \ 


H    T   M   N    S.  a76 

5.  Ah  !  it  was  goodnefs  like  thyfelf 

To  (toop,  and  take  my  guilt  away  ; 
To  pluck  me  from  the  difmal  gulf, 

And  fea'  me  in  eternal  djy. 
JJTMN xcii.— Our/tugs  $f  praife  *  benefit  to  us,  but  mt 
to  COD. 

1.  CHOULD  angefiraife  e<ernal  ftrains, 
^     Or  ceafe  to  lift  a  note  of  praife, 

Jehovah  ml!  the  fame  remains, 

Not  help'd  nor  injur'd  by  their  lays. 

2.  What  then,  OGou,  are  notes  like  mine, 
So  lanquid  on  a  iinfui  tongue  ? 

Yet  when  I  feel  that  lite  divine 
I  love  to  ftrain  a  heav'nly  fong. 

3.  Sometimes  when  I  my  Jcfus  fing, 
It  flirs  and  bears  my  heart  away, 

Then  would  I  ttrain  the  utmoll  firing 
To  wati  me  on  the  heav'nly  way. 

4.  But  O  how  low  thefe  mortal  ftrains  [ 
Yet  will  I  play  on  ev'ry  cord 

Until  I  reach  the  blifcful  plains 
To  reign  forever  with  my  Lord. 
Ht  MN  xc  1 1 1 . — The  Chrifliant  finging  •«  their  way, 

1.  qHALL  thefe  that  tread  the  road  to  hell 
»3     Go  laughing  on  with  merry  fongs, 

And  we  who'll  Toon  in  glory  dwell, 
With  fcarce  a  note  upon  our  tongues  ? 

2.  Awake  O  all  \e  heirs  of  blifs, 
And  bid  youi  fl  >ih  and  fears  adieu, 

Since  Chrift  is  y<  ai's,  and  you  are  his, 
You  may  finga'i  your  journey  through. 

3.  Who  but  the  fons  of  light  mould  fing  £ 
Who  elfe  can  w  ar  a  cheerful  fmiie  ? 

They're  chifciien  oi   ;fT  e  ernal  K  ng, 
All  others  in  the  roaJ  to  hell. 

4.  Lord  v.e  would  raife  cur  cheerful  drains 
While  through  thefe  mortal  climes  we  toys. 

Then  foar  to  thofe  immortal  plains 
To  lofe  outfelves  in  thegtcat  Igvq, 


277  H    T    M    N    S 

HYMN    xciv. — A  heavenly  rapiurt 
i.  \ /jETHINKS  I  feel  a  warm  defne, 

'*•''-*•     Fnliven'd  with  immonal  fire, 

In  this  imprifon'd  heart  of  mine ; 
And  longs  to  wing  itfelf  away 
To  realms  of  everialling  day* 

To  lofty  themes  and  fcenes  divine. 
a.  In  records  of  eternal  fame 
There  is  my  portion,  there  my  name, 

And  there  methinks  my  Gor>  1  fee  ; 
Where  angels  fail  with  lofty  wing, 
And  feraphs  tune  th'  immortal  (trings, 

There,  there  my  fpirit  longs  to  be. 
3.  Thofe  beundlefs  realms  ol  joy  divine, 
Thofe  faints  and  angels  all  are  mine, 

Jefus  my  Saviour  makes  them  fo ; 
And  foon  he'll  call  me  home  to  reft 
At  his  right  hand  for  ever  bleft, 

With  all  'hat  faints  or  angels  know. 
4..  There  I  (hall  tread  above  the  ftars, 
And  laugh  at  hell's  inteftine  jars,  * 

The  fun  and  moon  beneath  my  feet : 
There  I  fhall  tread  the  blifsful  (liore, 
And  mourn  my  diflant  friend  no  more, 

Where  Jefus  reigns  there  is  my  feat. 

5.  Unbounded  love  will  fhlne  on  me, 
The  mighty  Fiat  I  (hall  fee 

Shine  forth  in  his  meridan  blaze  ; 
Perfection  in  tranfparent  light 
Shining  beyond  conception  bright, 

Calls  ev'ry  power  aloft  to  gaze. 

6.  Thus  gazing  with  delight  I  ftand, 
Surprifing  fcenes  on  cither  hand, 

To  fuck  me  in  their  joyful  tide  ; 
The  more  I  fe«  the  more  I  love, 
My  raptur'd  foul  ftill  foars  above, 

From  pole  to  pole  in  wonders  glide. 

7.  Thus  burning  in  the  facred  flame, 
Loft  to  the  ilate  from  whence  I  can:", 


HYMNS.  278 

Nor  room  to  afk  kow,  where,  or  when  ; 
The  prefent  fcenes  engage  ray  foul, 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  of  thought  controul, 

I'm  U  ft  with  joy  in  Go©,  Amen. 

H  Y  M  N    xcr.~Tke  ChriJHap' s  theme'. 
1.  T   ET  earthly  minds  feed  on  a  dream, 

"     And  make  an  empty  found  their. theme, 
Jefui  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 
His  dying  love  (hill  be  my  fong. 
1.  His  namedeferves  my  heart  and  voica, 
This  is  the  name  makes  me  rejoice, 
Nor  dare  I  boaft  another  name, 
Therefore  thisChrift  (hall  be  my  theme. 

3.  Was  I  to  fpeak  of  joys  above, 
This  Jcfus  is  their  fea  of  love  ; 
Or  if  I  fell  of  joys  below, 

Tisis  Chrift  i?  all  the  foul  can  know. 

4.  Should  I  of  wifdom  think  to  tell, 
There's  none  but  what  in  him  dom  dwell; 
Or  fpeak  of  beauties  here  I'm  charm'd, 
While  others  all  appear  deform'd. 

5.  It  I  am  afk'd  ;o  tell  his  name, 
It's  love  ;  his  nature  is  the  fame  ; 
Goodnefs  he  is  a  boundlefs  fea, 
And  loves  that  goodnefs  todifplay, 

6.  He  loves  to  help  the  vile  and  poor ; 
He  fprcads  his  love  at  ev'ry  door  ; 

He  takes  delight  to  raife  the  dead, 
And  fill  the  hungry  foul  with  bread. 

7.  This  is  the  Chrift  I  would  adore, 
Whofe  love  hath  neither  bound  nor  more  ; 
But  O  hi?  worth  I  rw'er  can  tell, 

If  on  the  theme  I  ever  dwell. 
8. Yet  I  fo  much  have  felt  his  name, 
It  mall  forever  be  my  theme  ; 
But  loft  in  wonder  I  fhall  be, 
Long  as  I  fail  the  boundlefs  fea. 

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279  H    r    M    N    S. 

HTMN  XCVt—Chrljl  wrthrifMll Uvt    and  adoration. 
I.  \\j  ORTHY  ait  thou  immortal  Lamb, 

*v       To  be  the  whele  creation's  iheme  ! 
My  heart  al!  rav  Ih'd  longs  toraife 
My  noes  o\  love  in  heav'nly  lays. 
0..  I  feel  my  fourin  love  with  thee, 
And  with  thee  pants,  and  longs  to  be 
Wkerc  no  intruding  thought  fhall  move 
To  interrupt  my  charms  oi  love. 
3.  Thv  charms  dear  Chrifl  attract  my  foul, 
And  fhall  my  Itrongett  pow'rs  control  \ 
I'll  praife  thee  while  thiseatth  I   rcve, 
And  in  eternal  realms  above. 
HYMN  XCVII.— Feeling  of Chrlfi's  love,  and  faming  far 


1.  qWEET  are  the  rays  of  facred  love  ! 
A^They  call  my  foul  to  realms  above  ; 

I  drop  the  earth,  difdain  her  charms, 
O  hand  me  to  my  Saviour's  arms. 

2.  Sc  me  rays  of  love  divine  I  feef, 
GheeVs  all  my  foul,  allures  my  will, 
Bui  O  for  a  more  fpeecly  flight  ? 

To  frear  me  home  to  realms  of  light  ! 

3.  If  Chrift  hath  made  falvation  mine, 
Let  me  pciTcfs  my  tealm  divine  ; 
Thofe  climes  tranfporting  let  me  fee, 
And  ever  with  my  Jefus  be. 

4.  O  happy  morn,  when  all  my  foul 
Is  ravifh'd  with  my  love,  my  all  ! 
My  heart  ii.fiam'd  with  facred  fire, 
Shall  ever  join  feraphic  lyre. 

HYMN    xc v  1 1 1 . — A  miming  walk, 
1,  ^\UICK  as  the  folar  beams  difplay, 

\c      And  night's  black  veil  is  thrown  afide, 
In  hopes  tp^meet  a  brighter  day, 
I  rife  in  themes  divine  to  glide, 
a.  I  tread  the  meads,  and  walk  the  grove, 

Where  morning  fongfters  chant  their  lay, 
While  I  putfuc  my  hcav'nly  love. 


H    T    M    N    8.  il* 

And  notes  of  faced  pleafure  raife. 

3.  The  ea  tb  refrefhM  with  beams  that  fhine 

From  this  bright  fun  that  gilds  the  day, 
While  I  am  b!c(t  with  beams  divine 
That  takes  my  midnight  veil  away. 

4.  Soon  as  I  meet  the  heav'nly  morn 
I  fing  ior  joy  and  mount  on  high, 

My  glooms,  my  fears,  my  tees  are  gone, 
And  O  I  find  my  Jcfu<  nigh  1 

5.  And  will  not  mortals  leavt  their  bed 
To  feck  and  meet  a  friend  like  this, 

While  he  around  their  doors  doth  tread, 
And  courts  them  to  his  arms  ot  blifs  ? 

6.  My  foul  no  more  alTume  thy  fhrowd 
Of  carnal  fljth  or  needlefs  fleep,     • 

Thy  Jefus  tor  thee  calls  aloud, 

And  o'er  thy  flumb'ring  hours  doth  weep. 

7.  Dwell  O  my  Chrift,  with  life  divine, 
Rtfililefs  vigour  in  my  foul  ; 

And  may  I  tread  in  fieps  ot  thine 

Till  mortal  changes  ceafetoroll. 
S.  Then  will  I  quit  ihefc  fhades  of  night, 

And  moun'  upon  the  morning  wing 
To  climes  ot  uncreated  light, 

Where  feraphs  (train  th'  immortal  (hing. 
9.  These  1  fhall  with  my  Jefui  dwell 

In  dazzling  beams  ot  blazing  love, 
My  joys  no  cherub's  tongue  can  tell, 

My  Chnft  is  all  «he  joys  above. 

HYMN    xcix. — A  univerfal  fing. 

1.  A  WAKE  my  foul,  (hetch  ev'ry  thought ; 
**•     Praife  him  to  whom  all  praife  belongs  j 

The  wonders  that  his  love  hath  wrought 
Demands  a  univerfal  fong. 

2.  He  rais'd  the  univerfal  frame, 
And  bid  their  wheels  in  order  move  5 

Then  let  created  realms  proclaim, 
His  wifdom  and  immortal  love. 

3.  Roufe  einh  wiih  all  your  bcaut'ous  form*, 


ftBi  HYMN®. 

And  found  abroad  your  Maker's  fkill ; 
Ye  lofty  heights,  and  grov'ling  worms, 
Refoundhis  praifc  from  hill  to  hill. 

4.  a  wake  thou  bell'wing  ocean  wide, 
Roufe  all  the  tenants  of  your  deep; 

And  let  the  murmurs  of  your  tide, 
Boil  up,  and  in  his  praifes  leap. 

5.  Ye  cragged  rocks  around  the  main,  • 
And  fragrant  flow'rs  of  cv'ry  hue, 

With  ihe  tall  cedars  of  the  plain, 
Ali  join  to  praifc  your  Maker  too. 

6.  Ye  howling  beafts  that  roam  the  wood, 
And  feed  upon  your  Maker's  hand, 

Roar  out  the  praifes  of  your  God, 

And  bow  yourfhength  at  his  command. 

7.  Yc  winged  troops  of  every  kind 
That  fail  and  crofs  the  fluid  air  ; 

(Since  for  his  praifc  y©  were  defign'd) 
From  pole  to  pole  his  name  declare/ 

8.  Ye  fparkliag  glebes  that  drefs  the  night, 
And  tread  your  orbit  fpheres  fo  true, 

While  ye  refkd  a  glimpfe  ot  light 
Roll  round  and  fpeak  his  praifes  too. 

9.  And  ye  bright  climes  where  angels  dwell, 
Enliven'd  with  immortal  flame, 

Roufe  all  your  fons,  they  beftcan  tell 
The  glories  of  your  Maker's  love. 

10.  And  O  ye  crowds  of  Adam's  race, 
Awake  and  bid  your  loih  adieu  ; 

Crowd  in  the  courts  of  boundlefs  grace, 
And  fing  Jehovah's  praifes  too. 

11.  And  ye,Odifentangled  faints, 
Who  tread  the  blifsful  plains  above, 

Soar  in  your  mod  exalted  (trains 

To  (hout  your  great  Redeemer'*  love. 

12.  Now  let  the  univerfal  ihrong 
Wiih  ardour  drain  the  utmolt  firing  ; 

Amen,  to  God,  all  praifc  belongs, 
He  is  the  univerfal  King. 

FINIS. 


M. 


